Foggy Mornings, Paris Awaits

August left and so did the feeling of summer. Greg Brown sings, “One day fall appears with a chilly dawn,” and we know how that feels. I like the shift, to be honest. And each year when this shift happens I try to get some garden time in while I pack my...

Drifting

  Today’s word: drifts. It’s hard to measure a snowfall on a morning with the wind howling and snow blowing about forming clouds in the otherwise blue sky. We braved the weather to feed the animals, shovel some paths, clean off the cars. And now...