Last bites and button boxes.
The corn honey from Mexico is dark amber, with a creamy sweetness made sweeter since each spoon carries memories of…
Whiteboard white-out
A wonderful winter blizzard brought mounds of white snow to play in and shovel and snowshoe through. Spinning gusts of…
Silver Balls
White ground, blue sky, green tree, silver balls. Colors and calm, how has it happened that we are relaxed rather…
Out-flanked by Thanksgiving traditions
This Thanksgiving my sister-in-law requested I make Holiday Salad. “What is that?” I queried. One time we brought pie, another…
Borrowers Aboard!
What to do in Maine. Downeast weekend, part 1 A devoted Mary Norton fan as a child, I saw implements…
A Plague of Locusts
It is rainy and dark as I dash to the house, pushing the door shut against the buffeting wind. No,…
My, my, my, maitake
Harvesting from the garden is rewarding. It feels good to store away beets for the winter that we started from…
Surviving, or Trial by Fire
McKinley and Eden are two villages that have vanished from this Island of ours. They have left merely traces of…
Hands that see
Biking 100 hundred miles on a golden September Sunday in Ohio was a peaceful entry into the world of organized…
Bats, bugs and garlic
A solitary evening in the backyard, very rare, no bonfire, no family or friends just stars, crescent moon and breeze.…