Cleaning out the root cellar
It’s that time of year where we’re finishing up the last of the supplies put up last year and taking stock of what we want to do this growing/pickin...
It’s that time of year where we’re finishing up the last of the supplies put up last year and taking stock of what we want to do this growing/pickin...
I don’t deal well with change. I never have. I’ve lived in the same city since I was forcibly transplanted here thirty some odd years ago and have l...
Couldn’t sleep last night. It was a bad pain night. One of those nights where I’m constantly turning over and around in bed like a chicken on a spit...
Spending a quiet evening tonight with a bit of the extended family. The hostess is roasting a turkey. I offered to bring a dessert. Sugar and I have an unders...
I’ve been stalling since the spring on writing the last four sections of The Tome. Oh the irony. I’m 90 thousand words in and I can’t get the...
I had my first calzone when I was in my late teens. So big. So crusty. So cheesy. Where had this wonderful thing been all my life? It’s been true love...
Everyone hates Chicken Little. For good reasons too. He’s annoying not only in his delivery method but also in the message. No one wants to hear it. But...
I’d heard about the Coventry Farmer’s Market here and there over the years but never managed to make it up for a visit. Then a couple of weekends ago I got a no...
Update: I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and then got sick. Everyone is already settling into the school year schedule but it seemed a waste to discard an a...
My eldest and youngest have been lucky enough to attend camp over the years at Common Ground. It’s a high school, a farm and runs the most wonderful camp...