On the Fourth of July, I walk outside and hoist the flag and drive into town to the Farmer’s Market where I buy three fat tomatoes from a...

The first snake skin of the season appeared about six weeks ago, stretched out in a long line across the concrete of the carport in...

Across the field I could hear it coming, like the rustling of a thousand pages, the whispers of a thousand lovers, the lifting of a...

The clouds that teased rain have drifted away to empty themselves elsewhere and I am left to do the watering myself. I have planted...

Back in 2004 three hurricanes brought a LOT of water to southeast Georgia in quick succession and, as a result, Sandhill was left with a...