Other Musings Saving Huckleberry Life without a dog for nine months had advantages, mobility among them. Go anywhere, anytime, without having to provision for the animal.
Other Musings Beneath the Canopy Beneath the canopy, very little grows straight. Every bit of ground is contested. Every angle of sunlight is made available on a first-come, first-serve basis. Everywhere there are predicaments
Other Musings The Player's Punch Sit through any community auction, and you will learn something about its people.
Country living Thank you, Puppy I have a lifetime to try and make good on my obligations to humankind, but the dogs are never around long enough to even the score.
Country living Snail Salad It is entertaining to imagine myself at the table with my grandchildren, bargaining with them to finish their snail salad.
Country living February The rhododendron leaves are folded up very tight this morning. I could pluck one and slide it into a cigar tube. It is forecasted to be twelve degrees tonight, and the temperature is headed down for the weekend.
Country living Ice A couple of people went through the ice last week on a nearby lake. They were rescued, thankfully, but it always sends a shock and a reminder.
Country living All Bluster. No Snow. The sun is weak against the dark and cold right now. It is powerless to rescue young sprouts out when they shouldn't be.
Country living Happy Thanksgiving -- and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer
Country living Wine Country and Other Places We were on the road this month, attending class reunions and memorial services. It was a catch-up across the board.
Country living Pot Roast This story is about pot roast, and any story about food is also about the weather.
Country living The Meeting House These places can seem less and less important as life trickles out of them while life carries on around, just fine. Until it is not, just fine.
Country living Old Home Days "I wish that in the ear of every son and daughter of New Hampshire, in the summer days, might be heard whispered the persuasive words: Come back, come back.
