Our garden is perched on a decent patch of southeastern exposure, but the remainder of our property slopes northward and releases snow with great reluctance.
Driving through Eagle Lake, Maine. Yesterday’s snow did not amount to the full foot predicted, maybe six fresh inches fell. It’s sticky though, in that
It’s been a while. I’ve attempted to record a few things here in recent weeks, but each time resulted in a few words that didn't
Recently I mentioned that my father was one of those people who appreciated a book or movie recommendation. He was quiet about it, but he
Late winter spoon buttering. The remaining 2017 tomatoes have finally been cooked down into sauce, and with that, the quick pace of summer is on
This week I mailed out my second newsletter and wanted to take a moment to thank you for sending supportive notes of gratitude in return.
One afternoon last summer I was sitting at the kitchen table processing a bushel of tomatoes while Emily sat across from me reading Charlie Wilson's
Deep into winter now. The holidays are packed up, Emily has returned to school, seeds have been ordered, and we continue to define our new
My father departed from this world during the pinnacle week between Christmas and New Years. He made it through Emily’s birthday, then Christmas Day, then