Linda Pastan, a favourite poet, invites us to consider in winter what’s vertical, particularly trees, whose structure we may notice most when they’ve shed the
After three or four days of rain, fog, and slush, I had to get out today, even with the high temp of 14F and a
Walks & Sights … in New Hampshire Thirteen walks this month on trails, plus more in town, imprinting the scents, sights, sounds, and sensibility of
Only a month ago. If September memories were beets or pumpkins, they’d still be totally fresh and ready to use, tasty and fortifying, maybe even
I can sort of remember August. Though with the woodstove fire crackling beside me, having walked around town today in fleece and a winter coat
Mid-summer madness (a la Auntie Mame)! Only two more months and I’ll be caught up on these retrospective looks at the year that has been.