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Voices Of My Neighbors
I’m in love with the slow voices of the old timers in my town. You can say most anything to them and their reply is some variation of...
Feb 3, 2024
Hydropower
The stars are crisp and icy in a clear black sky, but what I notice most this morning is the sound of running water coming from the...
Dec 19, 2023
End Of Day
I heave a great sigh of relief after the small work in the garden or moving a bit of winter wood is done. How does this compare to the...
Mar 20, 2023
The Plowman's Secret
He is big, broad, and mightily whiskered. If you didn’t know, you would find him scary. There’s a certain glint in his eye and his gaze...
Mar 5, 2023
A Golden Hour
I do not believe in all the promises that religion offers, yet here I sit on a dark evening, in a country church aglow with candles and...
Nov 23, 2022
My Town
I was driving into the Center just days after my mom had died. totally distracted thinking of my mother gone so quietly in the night...
Jul 26, 2022
The Food I Do Not Grow
A sourdough loaf still warm from the oven is worth its weight in tomatoes. A jar of garnet colored cordial nets a sack of scarlet...
Jul 19, 2022
Evening In Paradise
The invitation went out: Bring a chair. Food to share. Booze of your choice. Headlamp. Bug spray. We gathered at a neighbor’s farm at the...
Jul 17, 2022
Avaloch
What a wonderful thing to be late for a concert in a small town. Too embarrassed to walk in and have all your neighbors stare, you creep...
Jul 15, 2022
How Are Ya?
Unloading jugs of water to tend my parents’ garden GoooOOOD MORNing! It’s a BEEooOOootiful day in Canterbury! (If there was a shade out...
Jul 6, 2022
Grey Ghost
There’s often a skinny fox trotting down the road by my house. Yesterday she (and I always think of this as a she-fox) was carrying a...
Jun 26, 2022
Mélange
You would think he ate nails for breakfast, combed his beard with barbed wire (if he combed it at all), could bend steel with his bare...
Mar 22, 2022
Meeting Place
30 years ago it was scrub and prickers. Of course, 30 years before that it was sturdy oak and beech, soft hemlock and slender birch. But...
Feb 17, 2022
Who Is It?
I live at the end of a long country driveway. It twists and turns is rocky and rutted ridiculously icy this time of year. You would think...
Jan 25, 2022
New Ride
How dare you trade in that old grey truck! I know you in that truck. Recognize you on the road. The distinctive rattle as you approach,...
Nov 28, 2021
“No Geraniums On My Grave”
That’s what Robin told her beloved sister before she died. That’s what her beloved sister told me as we sat around the table one cozy...
Nov 10, 2021
Knows It All
We bought land from a guy named Chance. He promised, among other things, to send someone to clear a spot for the house. Quite by chance...
Oct 21, 2021
Partners
From my kitchen window you will always see two blue chairs upon the deck, side by side overlooking the meadow. Last night a storm blew...
Oct 4, 2021
Lunch Along The Road
Today around noonish as an early autumn rain drifted down, I ambled up the hill to glean my midday meal from my neighbor’s garden (on...
Sep 27, 2021
I Are
Whenever I go walking now it is not unusual for a neighbor to cease weeding or raking to lean on the fence or perch on the stone wall and...
Sep 27, 2021
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