I Got the Ducks

Last month Clare put a birthday message to me on her Facebook page. She thanked me for always supporting her in whatever she wanted to do and for being her rock. I don’t use Facebook, so I only found out about the message through a third party. Of course, I was happy...

Cucumber Mysteries

Cucumbers used to be one of the few sure things in my garden. Eggplants wither, tomatoes get blossom-end rot, and carrots produce short stubby taproots. Radishes are full-proof, but I don’t like eating them. The same with zucchinis. For the past two years, however,...

I Was Attacked by a Fish on My Bicycle

I really like it when quirky little things happen to me when I am playing outdoors.  A good example is the time I was fishing and hooked a river monster (flathead catfish?) on the Mississippi River. It dragged me and my canoe across a small bay, swam into a downed...

I Can’t Explain It

Two weeks ago two minor inexplicable events occurred.  The two are totally unrelated, and both probably will interest no one other than me – but as will become apparent in a moment, I needed to replace my original blog entry with something new, so here I go. I...

Robins

Every year for nearly a decade, robins built a nest atop the porch light at my back door.  There is a permanent stain on the clapboards where successive nests touched the house, and every May my family avoided the back door and only entered and exited through the...
Steven Simpson