I should do a new freewrite about these things! Or just a post, for homesteading. Corn Burning Stoves. A fairly recent innovation that is slowly growing in popularity is the use of corn as fuel to heat

Not the stalks, not the cobs, not the ears - just kernels! Bushels and bushels of golden corn, burning in the basement stove. Yeah, I know, what a waste. Corn was down to a dollar or two a bushel at the

Thanks, @lesmann, you too! 🌄✨

It isn't just the way they raise us: it's in our blood, literally; we are what our grandmothers ate! You Are What Your Grandparents Ate: What You Need to Know About Nutrition, Experience, Epigenetics and

Ohhhh I feel your pain!!! Those old encyclopedias. Due to the glue and old paperstock, they do not recycle. Landfill 'em.... or.... some people tear them out, and print artwork on them!!! Here's a link

LOL, being a nun or priest, these days, does sound like a good gig! Those young priests, especially, get wined and dined and fussed over and appreciated and loved. Here in the Midwest, and probably even

Oh, I meant corn! Field corn, the corn that truckers haul to factories for Corn Flakes and corn syrup and all that. I didn't have photos at hand. Maybe I should have found something online ..... Thanks

Oh dear. I can hit "edit" and fix the typos, or just leave 'em: Many f of us our too young to remember.... It's a freewrite, and this is that rare time I stopped after five minutes and didn't

Thanks @lesmann. We be survivors, eh?

Ohhh I love this! Books = presents to unwrap, then the unread books pile up and guilt-trip us so we box them like "sacrificed maidens" - every line is golden. Thank you for this!!! And oh, yeah,

The world needs more people like you :) Thanks for the kind words, and your honesty! And here's hoping I do not offend....

When seeing is believing, and how, how it hurts to have our eyes opened - I'm way too trusting, myself. Never learn. Thank you for a thoughtful post, and may you be surrounded by loved ones who deserve

What a great line from a granddaughter!!! I sometimes flirt with death, thinking of that Emily Dickinson poem. Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just

How did I not see this one before seven days had passed...??? Love the two brothers, the silo, the meat drop, your painting! November 10th it is, already, yet me still not ready to write or paint. Frozen,

Thank you!!!! You've been a lifeline for me. :) And so if ever I say something that offends, please let me know, that I might mend my ways.... ❤️

I'm so happy you like Mary Oliver - and even more than I'd dared hope. So simple - yes - that's the real beauty. Capturing the ineffable. And yes - yes - it does seem as if she is right there with the

Thank you, Marianne! I'm working my way back... this is such a great community. So supportive. Here, I have never witnessed conflict, drama, back-stabbing, power ploys, attention-seeking, or any of the

None married, none contributed to the gene pool before they departed this earth - {{ sad! }} Currently reading a book explaining Buddhism, having just read a few core ideas of Hinduism, and I'm reminded

Dust today, and tomorrow it will all be back again. "Sun and wind make great housekeepers" - Willa Cather, in The Professor's House, in which a guy discovered a cliff dwelling in New Mexico.

Yes! First, your photo is amazing, and I wonder if you snapped it or photoshopped it yourself. Nights on the porch after dinner, watching wheels/whatever go by. Farmers in my childhood did that. (Not my