Gratitude and Earth Day

Music excerpted from “Don’t You Want To Thank Someone,” by Andrew Peterson

Today is earth day, and I wanted to take a moment and express my gratitude for this world of natural beauty, and the way it restores and sustains my soul.

I’m also grateful for all the people who work to care for what we’ve been given, like the workers and reformers who invested so much to restore this place.

Lake Erie, the world’s eleventh-largest freshwater lake—a body of freshwater the size of an inland sea—was declared a “dead lake” due to eutrophication and pollution in the 1960s. Today, while still in need of protection and restoration, it sustains a dizzying array of natural life. The Presque Isle peninsula, one of my family’s favorite places in the world, is more beautiful than my camera can show, and hosts both nesting and migratory birds by the thousands.

Today, I’m grateful for this world I love, and for those who love it too.

Advent Ghost Stories

Short Stories

These stories are my participation in the annual Advent Ghosts 100 Word Storytelling hosted by my friend Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall.

“Whenever five or six English-speaking people meet round a fire on Christmas Eve, they start telling each other ghost stories,” wrote British humorist Jerome K. Jerome as part of his introduction to an anthology of Christmas ghost stories titled “Told After Supper“ in 1891. “Nothing satisfies us on Christmas Eve but to hear each other tell authentic anecdotes about specters.”

The practice of gathering around the fire on Christmas Eve to tell ghost stories was as much a part of Christmas for the Victorian English as Santa Claus is for us.

Jeffrey Peterson, Telling Ghost Stories Is A Lost Tradition on Christmas Eve, Deseret News

The Plantation (2021)

It was an antebellum estate on 2.5 vestigial acres in the suburbs, sold in foreclosure after previous owners defaulted and disappeared. The realtor led with disclosures: Faulty sewer and gas lines, foundations of a slave shed, reports of haunting.

Conner had money, a bobcat, and materialism. Excavations began in August, and soon new utilities and a patio hosted raucous parties overtop the razed foundation.

But Connor was drinking alone in the pleasantly chill solstice night when misty shapes began to rise, along with the sound of dragging chains. 

It was an antebellum estate, in foreclosure after the previous owner…. 

The Tramp (2018)

  1. Sallie startled at the knocking – tramps often traveled through, but not in December.

His coat wasn’t heavy enough, and was cut twenty years ago.

“Spare some bread? Maybe coffee?”

“Of course. Wait here a moment.”

There was no coffee, but soup was on the stove. She dipped out a cupful, automatically setting a tray, slicing bread… wait. Why was she making a charity tray?

Was there a tramp, in this weather?

Yes, she remembered the knocking. But why nothing else?

Sallie hesitantly stepped out the door, and found herself back inside; tray, cup, and memory all empty. She shivered.

The Camera Sees (2014)

Grandma was funny. She loved her family, being in pictures, and her home. Said when she died she was staying on as a ghost, “Until Jesus comes back.”

It’s Christmas Eve. Grandpa’s abed, and I’m fussing over her old decorations, taking pictures for a memory book.

I peer toward the kitchen, and my camera’s green “face recognition” blinks.


I shoot toward the fireplace. Face recognition again, and a sudden, cold draft.


Grandpa’s armchair. Stair-rail garland. Doorway mistletoe. Everywhere I point the camera, face recognition blinks. My hands are sweating, I can’t escape the drafts.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus.

Olde Haunts (2013)

Fireplace embers glowed a complacent orange. Frost covered the windows with fingernail marks. A cold, malevolent wind stirred a line of snow across the rooftop, and moaned down the chimney.

It had been welcome here, once. Welcomed by bitterness, bound with blood.

A tendril of cold slipped down the chimney, and the embers dimmed. There was a draft in the room.

It found the house swept and put in order.

With a gust, it gathered brothers from the seven points of the compass, and they plunged together down the chimney. There was a shower of sparks. The house went dark.

The Madness of the King (2012)

The old astrologer won’t leave me alone.

Every night I start, gasping, from sleep, sure that he stands beside me; dull eyes staring, lentils in his beard, wheezing voice in my ear.

But he isn’t there.

If I catch him, I will kill him.

When I walk the balconies, his raspy mutterings follow me like an old wife.

I killed a village of peasant children to silence it.

Yet I hear him in every quiet place, repeating words just-read:

“But you, Bethlehem, out of you will come one who will be ruler over Israel, whose origins are from ancient times.”

 Featured image: Ebenezer Scrooge visited by Marley’s Ghost, by John Leech, 1843. The British Library.

Beside the Pond is Now On Amazon!


Here’s some more good news for fans of The Big Old Garden – Beside the Pond, featuring our favorite undersized bullfrog, is now available on Amazon in paperback, audio-book, and e-book!

So, if you’ve thought you’d like to pick up another book to give a friend, or your kids would like to listen to another Big Old Garden story, click on over and help yourself!

And if you’d like to help other folks discover these nature-celebrating stories, please consider rating and reviewing the book on Amazon. It’s amazing how much that helps!