Drought-worthy Sentinel

This is one of the hottest, driest summers on record where I live and across much of the mid-Western United States. All of the corn crops surrounding Harmony Farm are dead and dry. Clearly, the engineered crops that we have developed in our Frankenstein laboratories are not made for the real world of life in the boiler plate of evolution. We will have to change, or go hungry. In the midst of this incredible dryness and heat, however, there is a sentinel that has stood up and said: “it is not as dry as you think.” This plant has grown over 5 feet tall and blossomed on an open, hot, dry piece of ditch beside my driveway, during the month of July which has seen temperatures mostly over 100 and let than an inch of rain. It laughs at us (playfully, like coyote would) and says: “if you learn from me, you can remember how to live in harmony with the weather, with the soil, with the wind and the insects and the animals.” This plant is a testament to the wisdom of Mother Earth and ALL her creatures! It is time for us to stop. Reset. Observe. And learn how to live again, and this plant is an invitation to do so. I am listening.

Born and raised during the hottest, direst summer in Kansas!


She showed up out my back door about a week and a half ago. She was the thinnest animal I’ve ever seen: starving to death, and staggering when she walked. But even that first day, she had spent energy on tracking down a mouse that now lay dead before her. It was an offering…a contract: if you feed me, I will help you too! Now I have a companion at Harmony Farm, and it has been a week since a single mouse has been seen in the house.

Her name is mIisis, and she is sweet, unless you happen to be a mouse!

Banging it’s head against the glass

Male cardinals, as beautiful as they are, are experts at jousting at windmills…or in this case glass doors…

This guy woke me at 7 AM. I have been wanting to shift my sleeping patterns to get up earlier in the morning, get outside to work, and beat the heat. And so, on day one…he was my alarm.

I worked for a couple of hours on the fire pit approach, which turned out to be in the shape of the tobacco sign given by the wind when my brother and I were building it (please see my previous blog). The fire pit area is a closed circle, and the approach is an open circle leading into the inner circle. So, I laid out both circles, collected paving stones from the creek, and began the pathway. After taking another look at the tobacco symbol (which i’m including below again for your reference), I realized that it was even oriented in the bottom of the hole, in the correct direction in which the path is to be laid out . The approach is from the southwest, and curles around to enter the fire pit from slightly northeast, just as the tobacco was laying in the bottom of the fire pit. I’ve come to embrace the notion that there are no accidents…only instructions!

This symbol is oriented towards the East.
The approach from the East looking West.

As for Mr. Cardinal, I thank him for his waking of me, and for his majestic color…his reminder to be persistent, to check in with my body, mind and spirit, and to also check in with those around me. He is persistent, tenacious and regal indeed. He also provided a reminder that no King is an island, nor the smartest in the realm, which is why he surrounds himself with magicians, scholars and philosophers…and mothers who love to clean windows!).