I love Autumn! The coolness, the colors, the tastes … everything seems to just merge into a great sensory embrace. This Autumn is no different, but the season brought me a present that I simply had not expected. A while … Continue reading →
I have to admit something: I have no clue how Facebook functions. I have both a personal page and our Sundance Rescue and Recovery page. Some days, I do see posts from friends, but most of the time, what I … Continue reading →
Many years ago, my son, Timothy, and I volunteered at a dog and cat rescue center near where we lived. After a while, his skill with dogs earned him the right to walk many of the rescues by himself while … Continue reading →
The Colors of Spring! Happy May Day, Everyone! Today is the second anniversary of Sundance Rescue and Recovery’s Farm Sanctuary, and I can’t think of a better way to share this day with you than to tell sheep stories! As … Continue reading →
Sometime before I was born, my father’s parents purchased an old rambling farmhouse set on several acres in Michigan’s thumb area. I can see the rooms of that house clearly in memory, but what I see the clearest is Grandpa’s … Continue reading →
Happy 2024 Everyone! I hope you all had a marvelous and safe New Year’s celebration! As for John and me ~ and the dogs and sheep! ~ we are starting the new year with some serious cat drama in the … Continue reading →
Mittens found herself in quarantine for five weeks instead of the usual four, mainly because I made a mistake and didn’t trust my instincts. I should know better by now, but … Anyway, after her first week in the … Continue reading →
I met Nano in a vet’s office many years ago. He looked like a rat, scampering about on the floor, running from one sheltering place to another. Then he saw me, stopped moving, barked at me once, and turned tail … Continue reading →
On May 1st, we celebrated Sundance Sanctuary’s first anniversary. This year, the weather treated us to cold wind chills and a mixture of snow, ice crystals and sleet, but even as I expressed untold phrases of disgust at the weather, … Continue reading →
“Half of the wood and half of the hay you have to have on Candlemas Day.” Not so long ago, we lived in a small one-floor suburban house that had a tiny wood stove. That wood stove could heat the … Continue reading →