It’s my 57th birthday, and the second year I’m celebrating much of the day by myself, doing precisely what I want to do. I began last year with a solo […]
After a busy day of dealing with car repairs and shopping for Thanksgiving food, I didn’t want to walk the dog in our nearby park. I really didn’t. (…)
The house wrens nesting on our yurt porch chose this morning, the 4th of July, to shoo their young ones out of the nest.
On Thanksgiving, we couldn’t bear to slice and roast this huge homegrown potato face. Nor could we boil and mash it….