Atalanta Rising

…winter sunshine.

My last Farmers’ market; thanks, Steph for pitching and helping me out, I couldn’t have done it without you!

…I’m Bearly hangin’ in; espresso is the only thing keeping me up. \ Tomorrow is my last market.

…as a dog.

You know I still have a hard time realizing that I am in my forties already. If you woke me up in the middle if the night and said; “Quick tell me how old you are!” I’d say twenty-four, maybe twenty-six. I had a conversation not long ago with a young woman in her early […]

For two weeks in a row I had errands that took me in to town, and both times there were people ice fishing about 10-15 feet off the bank of this lake. Now I know no one will believe me if I just tell them, so this week I leave work early enough to take […]

…we gots it all under control! I have no idea what I am doing most days: my job asked me to start looking into buying cattle for the next season -never done that before, apparently, hay, it was very expensive this last year so not a lot of people produced last year. I have a […]

Having grown up in a semi arid desert my whole life, I can’t help but to be a little tickled when I see fog, it’s a bit of a novelty to me. I think this is the first time I’ve seen this sort of thing, ever. I’m still not sure of what to call it. […]

It’s human nature to make assumptions about people, if we are not making assumption of others, than we are dealing with the assumptions that others place on us. This complicates life considerably. Life is challenging, it’s impossible to get out of this world without getting scared or giving scars. Sometimes the most painful scars we […]