The Fat of the Land, and…
I imagine that, if more Morels did finally push their way up above ground the past couple of days, the 29 degree temps at night zapped them. But not before we found enough to add to the potatoes and carrots…
I imagine that, if more Morels did finally push their way up above ground the past couple of days, the 29 degree temps at night zapped them. But not before we found enough to add to the potatoes and carrots…
Not really woes, just the fact that this time of year, everything has to be done FIRST! I’m thankful to have already moved nine of my trucks-ful of wood from where it was dumped to the stacks out the back…
Okay, it’s a GO! We’re into the final stretch, and there are still places 1) at the B&B for the weekend Nature Photo-Workshop Weekend ($60 per person–contact Claiborne House at link below to register), or 2) to sign on for…
It is not an un-heard-of way of coping with inevitable misbehavior. In high school, I had a friend whose parents held no illusions that their son would not look for and find alcohol somewhere–illegally, and with no small risk of…
Out my window, beyond the gnarled and crippled pine that grows beside the branch, the snow-smothered pasture has been white now for six weeks, I think to myself. Then I look again. And while I know the blanket of snow…
I shouldn’t create expectations with the “Image One” because I trashed almost everything I brought in from my unplanned foray into the deep snow this morning before the temps reached double digits. Snow, under the best of circumstances, presents a…
She, for reasons I will never fathom, insists on giving Tsuga, our six year old yellow lab, one more chance despite a history of unrepentant recidivism. But she feels sorry for him to the point of being willing to suffer…
She drug me up there a few days ago–too late to catch it frozen, but still with the kind of volume that lead eight years ago to its discovery. Ann reminded me recently that it was our son, Nathan, who…
I grumbled as I pulled on my shoes to go for one last walk before dark. I’d rather have stayed at the computer to finish what I was working on, but she insisted, and I relented “if you’ll keep the…
It was a kind of safety valve behavior I suppose, though I barely remember the days when I had so much surplus energy that I set about finding a way to get rid of it so I could rest. “Watch…
In another perspective of the language of the title–What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader— I like it because it speaks of things tactile and close, intentional and personal. (Part One is here.) I will never forget…
Please if anyone knows of any software that will expand the next 16 waking hours into at least 32 (a kind of WinZip in reverse for uncompressing time and stetching it over a longer range of hours—couldn’t be that hard…
In the heavy snows of the mid-90s, when my husband and I were new as a couple, we rode our sleds down car-free Grandin Road at midnight and on to the busy sledders’ hill in Memorial Avenue’s Ghent Park. Snowboarders…
I am not in the best situation for blogging this morning but must make you aware of this final Bush-era gift to Big Coal, one of his last insults to the people of Appalachia and Planet Earth. Read this short explanation below…