–Our garden is going to grow because of this beautiful rain!–
Caleb (2) loved to feed the goats. We kept a bucket under the sink into which we scraped all the table scraps and vegetable peelings. Each time Caleb saw the bucket, he cheered, “Goatie, goatie!” I carried the bucket in one arm and the boy in the other to the goat yard, dumping the bucket’s contents into the lopsided plywood manger I had made. At 14, one of Caleb’s daily chores was to empty the scrap bucket into the pig pen, and it was no longer an occasion he looked forward to. Continue reading →
My boots crunch loudly on Rabbit Lane’s loose gravel. The noise reverberates in the air and in my brain and distracts me from the peaceful quiet of my surroundings. I imagine the noise to be similar to that of chewing crisp carrots with tight earphones on. I find myself wandering within the roadway in search of the path of least noise generation potential. Part of me doesn’t want to startle the wildlife, which in turn startles me with a sudden rustling of wings or splashing of water. I also don’t want to interfere with nature’s soft voices. A bigger part of me simply doesn’t want to draw attention to myself, not even from the animals. On Rabbit Lane, at least, I can be free of critical eyes and voices. Still, even here, alone, I instinctively avoid the noise that would bring the attention of looks and whispers in other places. Continue reading →
Sleepily down Church Road I walked, past an unmarked dirt lane traveled most often by farmers on tractors. Somehow I had tumbled out of bed and out the door. I would much rather have continued my slumber under warm covers. Crisp darkness and the ripe fragrance of dew upon cut hay greeted me as I stepped onto the covered porch. I could see only silhouettes in the lingering darkness: old trees planted by farmers perhaps a century ago; the Oquirrh mountain range; cattle chewing mechanically on coarse grass. Continue reading →
Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road tells the story of a humble country dirt road, of its human history, of its natural beauty, and of its ability to bring insight, understanding, transformation, and healing to those who walk it. The book contains stories and poems, music and nature observations that will amuse and inspire. Rabbit Lane helps us to slow down and pay attention to the beauty around us and within us. The prefatory poem, Silent Spring, honors the vision and hope of Rachel Carson, author of the 1962 classic book by the same name, for a world filled with the music and beauty of nature. Enjoy each of the many chapters, stories, poems, and songs as you walk with me on Rabbit Lane.