Walking Doodle Bugs
Doodle Bug Hole Years ago, I had a seventh grader with big eyes whose class met after lunch. This boy always…

Doodle Bug Hole Years ago, I had a seventh grader with big eyes whose class met after lunch. This boy always…

As I was clearing out an old flower bed I’ve neglected for years I discovered a blooming Pipsissewa wildflower. I…

My Father’s Day post about Pap swarping the car over into the briars brought more than a few comments and…

Mountain Laurel The laurel and ivy blooms haven’t been as spectacular as usual this year. I can’t think of a…

Most of the big breakfasts I cook are on the weekends or holidays. During the week we’ve always fended for…

“Unknown to Me” written by Jerry Pap Wilson Unknown to me what waits along life’s path before me The storms…

Ode to the chigger: There was a little chigger and he weren’t no bigger than the very tiny point of…

Today’s guest post was written by Dean Rathbone. Dean’s parents at the place below the Raven’s Cliff My Mother and…

My post last week about the creativity that can be found in the people who call the Appalachian Mountains home…

Back in April Blind Pig reader Jim Casada wondered if I knew the age of folks who read this blog…

Lay by verb phrase To leave a crop to mature after hoeing it for a final time late in the…

It was back in 2016 when I first learned about purslane. Although it is considered a weed and grows in…