In which I try to keep the woods from eating up our orchard.
In which we continue working on our roof, and forget why we started in the first place.
In which small carpentry jobs and big life philosophies are discussed.
April, 2018. I look forward to maple sugaring season like a child looks forward to Christmas. So pardon me if I wax poetical about the mysteries, the vagaries, the brutalities, the unfathomabilities that are the maple syrup season. For me, the significance of maple syrup season is not, in fact, those jars of sticky goldContinue reading “Home-Grown Sugar”
December, 2017 I took a walk in the woods yesterday. The snow is ankle deep now and fluffy, the air cold enough to flush the cheeks but not cold enough to send me inside for cocoa. I followed deer trails and found the place three of them had slept last night–these were the ones whoContinue reading “Packing it in for the Winter”