Yesterday, for dinner, our intention was to make a pizza at home. So, I did my part & prepped the veggies, using what I found in our fridge: broccoli 🥦 cauliflower, peppers 🌶 onions 🧅 & corn

The other day, I learned that a gifted musician friend, Roman Bunka, passed away. He was 71, but it was still hard to believe, since he was young at heart, as a person, and ever-curious, as an artist.

One of the perks of having a garden is growing your own food — which is tastier, healthier & cheaper. I love pesto — with pasta, of course, but also with just about anything else: bread, meats, eggs,

This is me pretending I know what I’m doing at the wheel of a catamaran boat 😊 A new friend of ours in Florida, who arranges tours, invited my wife and I for a sunset cruise. Being on the ocean, between

I was changing the bed sheets, one morning, when I noticed a smattering of half-formed letters in blue on the corner of my pillow case. Could it be, my unformed poems are dripping out of my dreams, I mused.

Perhaps, we have art as a consolation for being unable to fly... Dreams of flying are auspicious (I miss those). Observing pigeons, and reading the saints has afforded me quite a bit of opportunity to

After about 2 months in Colombia & living on a farm, I’m a bit rusty in the kitchen back in the USA & cooking indoors. So, after picking up pre-cooked food a couple of times & having cold cut

One month ago, we received a surprise gift at our farm. In a cardboard box, were 4 beautiful chickens, 17 weeks old. They were healthy and curious and looked like little lions to me with their orange manes.

Getting ready to travel and short on time, but wanted to share some energizing pictures with animals. As I get ready to leave our farm, I realize I’ll miss our hens most. So I let the ladies out of their

Happy to stumble upon this catchy rendition of a poem of mine, performed in Jerusalem, by a band called The Hazelnuts. Below, is video of their performance to a packed, appreciative audience: This surprises

We got word earlier, today, that there might be a water shortage, at the farm. It was also around the middle of the month, when it happened earlier, so we knew what to do. We save some water in pots, buy

You live and learn. At least, that’s the hope… I, always, thought bulls had horns and cows did not. That’s how I identified them. Yet this great big hulk with the sawed off horns is a bull. A friendly

After working in the garden — weeding & moving around plants — I had a hearty farmer’s brunch (meat, rice & eggs) and was ready for my afternoon nap, when my wife called me out. Knowing what a

Poems are like fruits they drop to the ground or blush on branches to let us know when they are ready to be collected Gratitude is not to let these blessings go to waste nature will first offer them to

Winter and summer in the USA is summer in Colombia. In truth, the weather in Colombia is the same all year round — which is why they call Medellin the City of Eternal Spring. That said, there is a only

For three hours in the morning sun I kneeled over plants, like a prayer, devoted to weeding our garden As I sweat, squinted and grunted I marveled and was humbled by the tenacity of living things How stubborn