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Lectio Divina…an old man learns

December 4, 2016

LECTIO DIVINA- what old Milt might describe as Divine Reading.

It works in Bippus, and at your place, too. 

In an effort to get right with the Creator, old Milton started a new daily practice in reading the Holy Gospels.  Not just yer average -start at the beginning and read all the way through-type Divine Readings, but a more focused approach.

And only the four gospels.  Only Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.  The four descriptions of the Word come to life.  Direct quotes, mysterious stuff.


Describing the Process

Milton was advised to start with the Gospel of Luke. Easy peasy. Go to a quiet place. OK.  Ask for the Lord’s blessing in your efforts.  Surely.   Then read the passage slowly. Remember this is a short passage, so take your time.  Relax.   Did any particular word or phrase resonate with you?  Meditate for a moment on that.  Maybe a moment more.

Read the passage again, slower.  Linger on every word.  It should not be more than , say, a hundred words.  Proceed slowly, listening carefully.  How does the passage make you FEEL?  Tell Him how it makes you feel.  Ask Him if it should make you feel differently.  The hotline is open and Milton says he’s pretty durn sure you won’t hurt His feelings.  Tell Him.


Then read the passage OUT LOUD.  Listen to the sound of the words as you speak them.  Does something different pop out at you?  Is that something relevant in your life, today?  Ask Him for guidance and strength, what should I take away from this reading?


Finally, and most importantly, sit (or lay down?) and rest.  Take a few to several-and-a couple moments to rest quietly, and listen.  Listen to your thoughts.  Meditate on the words that you found so striking.  And ponder, what is the Word asking of me???  LISTEN for the answer.


Then GO DO IT!


About Hunting Buddies

November 20, 2014

Hunting Buddies are a Special Breed

So Milton has had plenty of WORK but has not had a JOB since the end of February.  He got some calls about heading into Northern Michigan to pursue the elusive Whitetail Deer, from the men that he has been adventuring with for twenty-some years.

No, he would say, I can’t afford to spend the money.  It is a 300 mile drive, the non-resident fees are outrageous, and job hunting is the number one priority.  Sorry, friend, but Milton just can’t do it.

And then came The Call.

The Call

“Look, Milton, we all want you to be there.  You can do the internet job search from the local library.  It won’t cost you anything once you get to camp.  We will buy your license and your food.  And your drink.  Just be there.”

So Milton spoke to Mrs. Milton about THE CALL, and was shocked to hear her say that he should do it.

And the deal was sealed.

What deer camp looked like back then

What deer camp looked like back then

The Trip

So it is a six hour drive from Bippus to the deer camp in the Manistee National Forest.  That means you don’t make it there on one tank of gas.  And Milton doesn’t go into the forest with less than half a tank of gas.  But he got there.  And he hunted.  And the friends hunted.  And there were stories, and pranks and the best field latrine that this group has ever had the pleasure to use.

But most of all there was camaraderie.  Just good old time experiences with people that enjoy each others company.  And two weeks in the woods, with a bunch of great guys.

And, Oh Yeah, one of the men actually harvested a whitetail deer.  And some squirrels.

Milton’s hat is off to those good friends that made it all possible.  THANK YOU, HUNTING BUDDIES!  You guys are the best.

and they fight for love

and they fight for love

Permanent Agriculture

October 19, 2014

or being the Laziest Gardener on the block

Greetings, dear Reader and welcome back to the plains of Northeast Indiana. This morning we got our first hard frost, so thank goodness the squash were gathered and brought inside last night.  We still have some dry beans outside, waiting to be shucked.  They should be fine.

As we get older, we get “less motivated”.  Or as MIlton says, lazier.

And that is why the latest video from permaculturist Geoff Lawton was of such interest.  Geoff Lawton at produces some of the best “lazy gardener” videos Milton has viewed.  His latest, titled a Canadian Urban Garden, visits a Calgary, Alberta, Canada couple who claim to grow 100% of their own vegetables.  On an ordinary, city lot, with a growing season that spans May to September, this couple has implemented what might be considered an auto-grow system.

Watch and Learn

If you visit Geoff’s site, and you should, you will be asked to provide your e-mail address.  Clickety-click and then you can begin watching his videos.  And they are stunning.  The Canadian adventure shows a rocket-stove heated greenhouse, that extends the Calgary growing season to … (wait) …

(any guesses from Readerland?)…

(a place that regularly gets down to -40 Celsius)…

Would you believe year round?

These folks harvest all their rainwater.  Heat with passive solar.  Grow all their own vegeys.  And grow some of their food that is essentially labor free.  Now that is interesting to old Milton.  And if you are getting older, and lazier, then it ought to be of interest to you too.  Have a peek.

And thank Milton in the comments, below.

Rippen ‘Em Out

October 3, 2014

Goodbye Tomato Plants!

So the Bippus evenings have been consistently down in the fifties (and even forties, yikes!).  Milton’s tomatoes really don’t like cool evenings, they much prefer temps in the eighties.  So even though there are plenty of yellow, orange, orangish-red tomatoes on the vines, they just were not ripening like they do in the summer.  Milton exhibited great patience while estimating when he could collect a full bushel of ripe tomatoes.

On the second of October, the call was made.

Nothing Goes to Waste when you keep Chickens

So there was Old Milton with a bushel basket and a five gallon pail out in the tomater patch.  While patience is a virtue, it also leads to spoiled vegeys.  Many of the red tomaters had black spots, bird pecks, worm holes and other *imperfections*.  Not a problem.  Those imperfect tomatoes went into the five gallon pail which was then dumped into the chicken pen.  They LIKE the extra protein provided by WORMS, PICNIC BEETLES,  GRUBS, and those other non-descript insect critters.  And they get all the green tomatoes, too.

Seed Saving, Anyone?

Some of the nicer tomato specimens were set aside for seed collecting.  Milton basically cuts the tomato into fourths, scrapes the seed *glob* into a small jar, and fills the jar with water.

Tomato Seeds in the Gel Packs

Tomato Seeds in the Gel Packs

Then labels the jar as to the type of seed in it.  Later, he pours off the top with the floater seeds and the water.  The last little bit is poured out onto a paper towel, capturing the seeds. This process is repeated until all the seed-gel is gone.  The seeds are then dried in the sun (keep the birdies away!) and packed away to be stored in the freezer.

All the plants are ripped up, one at a time, and all the tomatoes stripped off the vine.  All in all, Milton got a nearly full bushel for makin sauce with.

And so the kitchen, for the last time in 2014, has that wonderful, condensing tomato sauce aroma.

Last of the Broccoli

September 19, 2014

Patient Broccoli Growers Rewarded



So there is a pile of pulled broccoli plants about six feet high on the grass.  Many of those plants have pretty yellow flowers, and bees buzzing around them.  We managed to harvest a pound of so of individual broccoles  (ah made that word up my own self), before pulling the plants.  We will have one last meal and then that’s it.


Actually it was the honey bees that kept Old Uncle Milton from yanking the plants long ago.  Probably the most honey bees seen around here all summer, and they were all over those yellow flowers!  The bees have had such a hard time of it of late, Milton just couldn’t deprive them of their just desserts.


One thing some folks probably don’t know about growing broccoli is after that first giant head has been harvested, if one is patient, many individual side branches will produce their own version of a broccole. (Heh).  It is a little more work to harvest these, but if one likes their vegeys fresh, THAT is the way to go.  Old Milton stretches the limits of patience, and waits for the tertiary broccoles to form.  And we eat those too!  And won’t those be good, all slathered in butter?

The Therapeutic Value of a Hoe

July 8, 2014

or, How a Hoe is Like a Canoe Paddle

So the field corn has been replanted, after the geese were freeranged and got into the field corn patch and devoured it.  The replanted fied corn patch is up about six inches, and the weeds and grass are starting to catch up to the corn, and we all know what THAT means.

Corn doesn’t like competition.  Better get rid of the weeks, fast.

Milton was out there with hoe in hand.  He is a big fan of Tai Chi, so he was taking some liberties with the swinging of the hoe.  And then he got to philosophizing:

“You know, a hoe is a lot like a canoe paddle.  It takes two hands to use it.  It is best if one sweeps it through its intended media (he means dirt). The key to success with either of them thar tools is fi-nesse.”

Of course, as Milton said fie ness- he was tippy-toeing on his left foot, and duckwalking clumsily to avoid stepping on a delicate corn stalk, nearly falling over in the meanwhile.

“Ayup, says he, by sweeping the hoe, and making these most subtle of wrist movements, the clearing of all non-corn plants from the rows, accurately, can be accomplished, while also creating loose mounds of top soil”, which he neatly hilled against the now lonely corn plants.  Milton can be a bit of a show-off, if anyone will hang around him long enough to give him a chance.

“Ya gotta be careful to hill up these corn rows, Milton continued.  The wind round here (near Bippus, Indiana) can get powerful strong.  It’ll lay these rows flat, if’n they ain’t hilled properly.”  We had noticed one stalk of his sweet corn, the taller first planting over North of his house, had been blown over, just as he described.

“Ya know, swingin a hoe is kinda therra-pewtic for me,” Milton continued.  “When I ain’t jaw jackin, and I’m out here alone just a hoeing along, I kinda forget about everything else that is going on in the world.  Kinda like when we were up there on the Pere Marquette River, that’s in Michigan, you know, and there are hunnerts of curves and bends and low hanging branches.  A fella just ain’t got no time to be thinkin bout nuthin else.”

And there I left him to his therapy, alone with his thoughts;  treading lightly, swinging gently, removing the weeds, amongst his corn.

Fooling Mother Nature?

June 10, 2014

Can one fool Mother Nature?

So we went away for a weekend, and had some adventures in southwest Michigan.  On returning, Old Milton went out to check on the outdoor poultries,  and Oh, What a Surprise!

A Baby!

African Goose,Pekin Duck, and baby Chinese Goose

African Goose,Pekin Duck, and baby Chinese Goose

We have some waterfowl.

All the Waterfowl

All the Waterfowl

In order of age, oldest to youngest are …a male African Goose, a female White Pekin duck, and a pair of White Chinese Geese.  So when the girls started laying eggs, we separated the two “pairs”.  We ate the duck eggs as they appeared, carefully replacing the duck eggs with goose eggs.  She continued to set on the nest.  And set.  And set.

The unofficial count was 23 days.


And then, the white duck hatched out a baby.  A BABY GOOSE.  We had fooled Mother Nature!


The white goose is not a good setter, but the white duck was.  Now she is the proud mama, leading her adopted baby all around.  And the gray goose is a jealous foster parent.  He does not like anyone getting near to the new baby.


It is interesting that the duck’s instinct to set on the nest even though she had not been bred was so strong.  And the goose has fertilized eggs, but is only a nominal setter.