rural essays Tell Him Not to Feed the Bears But there he was, busy pulling, twisting, adjusting, exchanging one tool for another from his leather belt in an easy motion.
maple syrup 800 Words on Maple Syrup and Wiper Fluid You may be thinking, is he really postcarding about washer fluid behavior?
Other Musings Walking on Ice It is a superior feature of winter to be able to step onto a frozen pond or lake, and we have many of them. It is liberating.
Other Musings Our Town I kept thinking . . . all these people are paying what it costs to buy food for a week to hear what Mr. Wilder can share with them about life . . . . in our small corner of the world.
Jarvis Coffin November November 11 29 24 349 PM0:00/318.01752834467121× November scored first this season with one power outage, one tree down across the driveway, and five inches of snow. The outage happened while we were away for the night, which made it impossible to know how long it lasted. When
Jarvis Coffin Labor Day Weekend. Already. The steps to our hillside garden are not repaired. The felled wood is not all cut up and stacked. The dock is still waiting to be treated with teak oil.
Other Musings Chicken Barbeque . . . nothing says community—or, Old Home Day—like a volunteer fire department and chicken barbeque.
Other Musings Summer People The July and August people have arrived, bringing with them their patronage of our stores and their vehicles, requiring me to look both ways before pulling out of the driveway.
Jarvis Coffin Independent, Inching Forward Soon you have the sense you are talking about the same things, which is when it hits you . . . you have only inched forward.
Other Musings A Sensitive Time Those are things you must get used to in New England, learning to be a tough tomato.
Other Musings Spring Cleaning I am vulnerable to every link I come across leading me down another dark tunnel to a free weekly subscription.
Jarvis Coffin Tractor Pull I interview everyone with a tractor and they say the same thing: I love my tractor.
Easter Easter When it comes down to it, nothing unseen fits comfortably into the containers of what is seen. Time is one of those things. And surely you know, Easter is another.
Other Musings Moon Walk I submit our Presidential candidates should be required to spend three nights around a campfire with a view of the sky as part of their spiritual journey to the office.
Jarvis Coffin Mozart on Norway Pond Mozart was with us that day, regretting every other invitation from the concert halls of Europe and around the world.
Other Musings Now We are Nearly to Spring Every year, awakened by the Mourning Dove, I would be glad to stand in that spot for a minute or two.
Other Musings Artificial Intelligence There will still be tasks available to us after AI has it under control. I feel confident about that at the end of a dirt road.
Jarvis Coffin Up Yours As usual, it took a minute when I slipped behind the curtain and unfolded the paper ballot to process all the names in front of me.
Other Musings Winter Enchantment Imagine a place where the leaf action of a spindly plant at the edge of the woods can take center stage each morning out the kitchen window.
Food About Breakfast I stopped ordering scrambled eggs at restaurants, including good ones, long ago. Invariably— as in, every case, every occasion—scrambled eggs come out overcooked and rubbery, sometimes flecked with specs of brown.
Jarvis Coffin Nothing Much Happens If you had to pick one thing to describe rural life, it could easily be that nothing much new ever happens.
