Frosty
We woke up to frost this morning. Everything was coated. It looked very beautiful. I seem to be surprised that there’s such an everyday occurrence as weather on Thanksgiving. Of course there is! Now...
Day Ridges trail
What if my main purpose in life is to hike? I was lucky enough to grow up in places and times where I could roam. First in a development in the Chicago suburbs, then...
Anvil Trail
Three trails actually: Anvil Trail to start, then Schoodic Head Trail, finally Alder Trail back to Blueberry Hill parking lot. We got back to the parking lot just before dark, which is coming at...
Still harvesting
It was 24 degrees F. this morning. Cold weather has come. I’m still harvesting. Almost done for the year. One small task at a time. What’s still in the garden: horseradish, leeks, potatoes, and...
Turning a heel
This is a back-to-basics kind of post. There is a lot of everyday wholesomeness around here to embrace, so let’s do it. By the way, Sam was running for county commissioner. And – he...
Hopeful
This word seems fitting for today. Election Day always seems to bring out my inner optimist. There are lots of people out and everyone seems upbeat. The election workers are excited and helpful. It’s...
Day of the Dead
This post is in honor of my mother and her sisters. The Walden women. They’re all gone now, my mom lived the longest and she died two years ago. When we were cleaning out...