19
May
I Wuv Woadwork
It is roadwork season. Wherever we go around New England, at some point we will be down to one lane.
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Jarvis Coffin
I write fiction and essays on rural life in southwest New Hampshire from a desk over a garage, looking out through trees at a small pond, always hoping the power doesn't go off.
09
May
An Exciting Announcement
It was four years ago, almost to the day, that I launched Postcard from Monadnock after exiting the innkeeping business.
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05
May
Burn, Drag, Split, Stack
A pile of wood—branches and brush, or full-grown timber—imposes its presence. It can stop a truck.
2 min read
02
May
Going Out with the Ranger
My goal is to go out with the Ranger. Not in it, mind you—which would serve no one—but out together as we shift down, tow less, and go slower uphill.
4 min read
21
Apr
Grits Just Come
"Even if you don’t order them, grits just come. Same with email. Email just comes."
3 min read
16
Apr
Bridge Out
I think we should not build any additional bridges until after the next epoch, whatever that is. Maybe after the next ice age.
2 min read
04
Apr
Caught Flat-footed
The fox was a gift of creation. I hollered, “No! No! No!”
4 min read
24
Mar
How Was Your Winter?
Huckleberry and I hiked out to the secluded Shattuck Pond last week, which is about a mile from our back
3 min read
10
Mar
March Madness
I have always questioned the virtue of awarding an extra hour of evening daylight to March. I feel sure the
3 min read
07
Mar
To Explain
The very branches where fathers courted mothers, and later supervised the first flight of youngsters, will be gone.
4 min read