Unloading
As we enter the fourth year of Jill's terminal diagnosis, we're surprised she's lasted this long. For the past six...
As we enter the fourth year of Jill's terminal diagnosis, we're surprised she's lasted this long. For the past six...
Today, I’ve turned seventy. No longer can I pretend, as I might have in my sixties, that I’m still “middle...
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="266"] blackberry pie[/caption] [caption id="" align="alignright" width="300"] monarch caterpillers, late summer feeding[/caption] Recently, Jill asked her oncologist if she...
It’s been months since I’ve attempted a blog post. Just haven’t felt up to it, as there’s no good news...
[caption id="" align="alignright" width="500" class="aligright"] roof of the garden shed[/caption] I thought I saw a hummingbird yesterday day, so I made...
[caption id="attachment_4599" align="alignleft" width="367"] Oliver[/caption] Last night I heard a pack of coyotes yipping and yapping like college kids on a...
Here on the farm, we never know from season to season what our marquee project will be. This fall it...
As Jill’s cancer worsens, I’m anxious to render as best I can the full picture—which is to say we’re not...
We feel this most keenly during July and August, as we stew in the muggy mid-Atlantic swelter. Two months of...
Lately, I’ve been finding comfort in reading Charles Bukowski’s poetry, probably because he was so ruined and honest on the...