Artifacts From The Oil Boom Dot Our Land

Suddenly, it is Christmas. As usual in this season of my life, the year passes in a blur, hard as I try to relish every day. There is little to be done about the speed in which days go by, except be grateful for all our blessings and try to be kind. And take time to relish the small beauties of this world — frost glistening on tall grass along my morning walk, leaves skittering across the asphalt as the hardwood trees become dormant skeletons. During this three-week break between semesters, I am working on Three Geese Farm as weather allows. A couple of fierce thunderstorms during late...

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