Burn, Drag, Split, Stack
A pile of wood—branches and brush, or full-grown timber—imposes its presence. It can stop a truck.
Grits Just Come
"Even if you don’t order them, grits just come. Same with email. Email just comes."
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.
How Was Your Winter?
Huckleberry and I hiked out to the secluded Shattuck Pond last week, which is about a mile from our back
March Madness
I have always questioned the virtue of awarding an extra hour of evening daylight to March. I feel sure the
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.
Winter Distemper
I think the deep freeze we have been experiencing is making everything irritable
Report from the Outside World
Except for those sanctuaries we have discovered along the way, we drove two thousand miles through an unimaginative, impersonal wasteland.
What’s in Your Pocket?
What are you thankful for, I asked? What travels with you?