Other Musings A Midsummer Journal I have reached the point in summer when I am tired of mowing the lawn—tired of conducting routine maintenance across a landscape that is burned out, anemic, and sloughing off space to various weeds and crabgrasses. It is not like pruning lilacs or weeding the vegetable garden, both of
Other Musings With Our Grandchildren Somewhere along the line, a person and place become one. I have two places—two versions of me—one being a small town in the northeast corner of the Catskill Mountains called Tannersville, and the other, what used to be a small town just over the border in Canada called
Other Musings Too Bad You missed It And, thus, in those few minutes, I was possibly as comfortable, and at rest, as I had been in fifty years.
grandchildren Ever Seen a Lizard Dressed as a Wizard? Science is not the concern of Postcards from Monadnock. Wonder is; more specifically, wondering.
