Seven Yellow Circles on a Plain Plate Saved My Family Home

office at three o’clock. The sky had turned the color of wet slate, the clouds hanging low over the maples along the road. I drove back to the farm with my hands tight on the steering wheel, my thumb adjusting my glasses every time the car hit a pothole in the gravel.

I parked by the woodpile and walked out to the back pasture fence to check the cedar continue reading …