Spring approacheth here in New Hampshire, though in spurts. Today the high was 56F, and very windy, and tomorrow and Friday we’re looking at a

Loving and Leaving them for 30 years
Spring approacheth here in New Hampshire, though in spurts. Today the high was 56F, and very windy, and tomorrow and Friday we’re looking at a
“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.
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.
Last year, I wrote a post on some wasps and bees I’ve found in my garden over the nine years I’d lived here. This is