I Guess it’s Time to Think About the Garden

I Guess it’s Time to Think About the Garden

Not that I ever really stop thinking about the garden…rather, the thinking subsides in the winter. And now I feel it come bubbling up to the shiny surface. Better check the plant orders. Try to remember what I wanted to do under the flowering crab now that the...
Sunset after the clock change

Sunset after the clock change

Donning snowshoes AFTER supper, now that the clocks have ‘sprung forward’, and trekking to see the sunset, and there it is so close to the boundary between the fields. I guess this means spring is coming. Yay!
Lights and the light.

Lights and the light.

I look at the lights of this season and, like Frederico Garcia Lorca, see “a beard full of butterflies”. What amazes me about winter is how we endure the wait for spring but, if we’re lucky, we remember to see things in the moment too. That way,...
Look at Her Now!

Look at Her Now!

Ain’t she the grandest beast? Well, if you know about the Maremma or Great Pyrenees (Dolly’s a cross) then you know they sleep all day and bark all night. And, they think for themselves. Val: Come Dolly, come! Dolly: Hmmm, yawn, hmmm. I’m OK here....