Today I wanted to stop in and go over a few end of the year blog housekeeping notes, take stock of this small corner on

Lake Willoughby, Mount Pisgah, and a few orange splashes of color, indicating rare-to-the-region oaks.    Two summers ago I spent a lot of time immersed

Wind blew as I drifted to sleep, strongest I’ve heard in years. Countless maples so close to the house. At first I wrote “too close,”

Mom and I headed to the market in Fort Kent for a couple of items to round out her lunch plans. While standing in line

My parents describe me as being a pretty laid back child, maybe too laid back. Trusting, kind, social butterfly. I remember bolting onto the school

It’s quiet here. They say you should not wrap yourself in too much quiet for fear of becoming reclusive, but I’ve not found that threshold

It’s felt like rain for days now, the air warm and thick, but nothing. We sure could use a few bucketfuls to fall from the

All of a sudden there’s a second blanket on the bed. Well, half of it anyway. One of us is not ready to commit. But

Without warning, mornings have suddenly turned brisk and find me searching for slippers and wool sweaters upon waking. Taking long underwear inventory. Organizing mittens and