Maison Pepin

Maison Pepin

Montreal in spring is much like Vermont. Not quite free of winter. I went there two weeks ago with three dear friends. We go there every spring to eat, hang out, browse, and discover. We’ve been doing this for 12 years? 15? We’re not sure. We tend to go...
Mudded In

Mudded In

Early spring is a test of visual deprivations. Scents are coming back on the breezes. The fug in the barn when we leave the house is damp wood, hint of tilth, awakening squirrel den, and thawing woodpile. Daffodils, lilacs and cut grass are at least a month away....
Making a List of 50 Things

Making a List of 50 Things

Today I opened up to a list of 50 Things I Love that I wrote back in the fall. Do you have a pen handy? If so, do yourself a favor, and write down 50 things you love. It is affirming and—if all goes well—you’ll end up with a list of 58 or 62 or 75! The ones on...
Finding The Lost Garden

Finding The Lost Garden

Fall is here and I’m still nursing an elbow injury that I got last April right before we moved to The Little Brick. My ideas for a summer of gardening had to be put aside. No serious digging, pruning or shovel work for me. So I took to the gardens and field with...