Frida’s Garden

Frida’s Garden

Our outdoor life is about to begin. We raked the yard this weekend, using lots of muscle to get the matted leaves and film of road dust off of the sleeping lawn. The garden and half of our house foundation are still swallowed by blankets of snow, but the weekend was...
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...

Nöel

Holiday Greetings from our hilltop valley. It is unseasonably warm, and when we walked this morning it felt like spring garden planting weather, not the season of candlelight, bayberry scent and eggnog by the fire. The woodland is so lush and green with moss and ferns...

A Farewell of Sorts

It’s been nearly a year since I’ve written. As the months yawned on since last June, I couldn’t think how to synthesize what I wanted to say. So the long and short of it, is that we are moving on from our little house on the hill. Not without some...