State park trail entry point.

Journey Home

Tales from the pilgrimage.

summer

  • For $33.99 I walked on by the pallet of Stella Artois at Costco Wholesale. I can find better things to do with my money. Once upon a summer past I would buy a case to drink after working in the garden. 24 bottles would last most of the summer. Despite the physical pleasures, I am… Read more

  • End of Summer

    Just over a week until autumn begins so I am taking a break from bloggery to enjoy these last days. Thanks for following my posts. Read more

  • Taking Stock of Summer

    I’m getting to a place where I wrote the best of what I will about Labor Day. In 2022 I wrote this post, which covers the bases. No need to re-write it this Labor Day weekend. There is more to life than annual traditions. It is no secret unions are in decline. In his new… Read more

  • Summer Consumables

    2025 is turning into an alcohol-free year. I didn’t even purchase my normal case of bottled beer for the summer. Some days, I don’t know who I am. I drove across the lakes to the North Liberty Community Food Pantry and donated the day’s harvest of yellow squash and cucumbers. It was the third food… Read more

  • Summer Days

    On July 2, 1995, when our child was ten years old, the two of us rode our bikes to Solon on the state park trail. We read the newspaper and ate breakfast at the Country Café. On the way home we stopped to pick wild blackberries growing along the trail. I made blackberry jam with… Read more

  • Heat Wave

    If you do not like the song Heat Wave by Lamont Dozier and brothers Brian and Eddie Holland something may be wrong with you. Few things characterized my youth like listening to the Martha and the Vandellas recording on my hand-held, red transistor radio. It would not seem like summer in 1963 and ’64 without… Read more

  • Ready for a Burn Pile

    Birds may not like it but I mowed the plot where weeds grew after garlic was harvested. They flock in to feed on foxtail seeds. A person can’t see them until they are startled and fly away. Lucky for them, the next plot over, where I plan next year’s crop of garlic, has some weeds… Read more

  • High Summer in Iowa

    Photographs of garden vegetables serve as therapy. Therapy to get me to write and post more often. The harvest of vegetables has been better than any year I remember. It’s not even tomato and pepper season! The biggest writing project I’ve had in a while is finished and ready to post Thursday on multiple sites.… Read more

  • After a Day of Rain

    Rain was forecast all day Saturday and it did sprinkle some in each hour. In between sprinkling I made my way to the garden and found the first head of cauliflower was ready to pick. I grabbed it and headed back indoors. It was a punk day while rotating between my writing desk, the living… Read more

  • Toward Summer

    There have been two points of catharsis this year: finishing winter writing and sending the draft of my autobiography to a few friends, and finishing initial garden planting last week. Heading toward summer, new things are on the horizon. More than at any time during the year summer is an opportunity to take on long-standing… Read more