I am cold. It is late August, the time we used to think of as the dog days of summer. But it is 57 degrees on this sunny morning in late August and I am…
It was fast becoming one of those summers that got away. And this weekend I decided things had gone far enough. I took Eli to the Vineyard on Friday morning. We got up before the…
This was not the summer I’d planned to have. I fantasied about unscheduled weekends and meandering drives between farmer’s markets. I planned to fill a basket every morning with stuff from the garden and pick…
It is hot and breezy in NYC on these summer mornings. You can smell fried food in the air and the curbs are loaded up with towering trash early in the mornings. The delivery guys…
Summertime. The morning breaks, the critters chatter and chirrup, and we linger on the porch with coffee and news. As the children wander down work begins to beckon from the next room. The scent of…
The chickens are nosing around the garden looking for worms and bugs and fallen delicacies fromthe plants. They waddle and scratch, cluck a little and then scratch some more.I have a secret. It’s a garden…
It’s sticky here in the middle of the summer. We have had some long sweet sunny hot days and now we have rain. Big gloppy drops falling fast and hard with thunder and lightening in…
