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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. I'm reading "Fifteen...

See these big ugly black tree protectors? Why are they there? Because last spring 13 of the 26 Mancana ash trees were nibbled by mice. Three of them irreparably. How do I know it was mice? I don’t. In fact, while waiting in line at my favourite greenhouse I over heard...

When Dolly came home we were still surprised that we got a dog. But, there she was, a bundle of white fluff. It’s impossible to go and look at puppies, bring a box and come home empty handed. There were two puppies left, one took off into the farm yard and Dolly just...

Into the woods I go…alone…everyday. And, like Thoreau, I go “to see if I could not learn what it had to teach”. Each path beaten down, trimmed, clipped, raked and eventually mowed. I know my steps along these paths. I see each tree being a tree. The trees being and me...