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.
February
We made it. February. Now the year can really begin.
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.
Wood Heat
Heating with wood is a complex business . . . one manufacturer described the process as more art than science.
Home Again
It is good to get out of the woods now and then. Even Huck would agree.
Michaelmas
We celebrated Michaelmas—the feast of the Archangel St. Michael, as well as his compatriot Gabriel (I think also the other Archangels)—by pulling up our carrots.
Fall
Within a second of its release from a branch, an acorn falls to earth at the rate of approximately thirty-two
Quiet Time
I finally went to the trouble of getting a canoe onto on body of water known as Carpenter’s Marsh.
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.
Chicken Barbeque
. . . nothing says community—or, Old Home Day—like a volunteer fire department and chicken barbeque.