in which this (very briefly) becomes a travel blog. it surprises literally no one to learn that i am not at home in a city. i've lived most of my life in the country. not in a small, rural town, but out in the sticks, in the back of beyond, where self-sufficiency is key. there … Continue reading urban
i think i considered myself a gardener long before i did much gardening. my mother has always put in nice flower and kitchen gardens and told me stories about the gardens of her childhood, tended by her parents. some of my relatives are master gardeners (it's a thing), so i guess it's just part of … Continue reading perennial
i heard a report on the radio recently that populations of flycatchers are down in the northeast US. i was a little alarmed, but i felt good that we've had a very successful nesting pair of phoebes for several years here on the mountain. one year they made a nest on an outcrop on the … Continue reading phoebes
horse ownership is a benign masochism. horses are large, dangerous, dirty beasts with a bite force that rivals many large carnivores and a kick that can easily break bones. they are prone to all kinds of bizarre ailments with charmingly medieval names (fistulous withers? girth gall? founder? strangles? rain rot?) and are alarmingly fragile for … Continue reading scurf
our early spring dragged on for months with brief intervals of winter. now it is mid-april and suddenly, real spring is upon us. the early robins, which were coming to the bird feeders and glumly eating seed from the ground (something i've never seen them do), have moved off to the meadows and forest to … Continue reading sprung
mist rising from snow into warm air like the ghost of winter still moored.
winter storm stella is winding down as i write. we have about two feet of new snow: nice, light, fluffy powder, but blown into every crack and crevice it can blow into by a swirling northeast wind. the horses look like snow monsters, like candy-colored tanks with long, jagged, ivory icicles hanging from their manes, … Continue reading blizzard
it's early march, so the cold, bony death's-hand fingers of winter are rightly squeezed inexorably around us. this is usual stuff. but for two weeks, we had spring. i mean, 70ºF spring. snowdrops spring. mud season spring. that's serious stuff. one day, the grackles were back. a couple of days later, a bemused red-winged blackbird was … Continue reading freeze/thaw/freeze
rainstorms exhale clouds that roll over mountains like smoke from wet lips.
it has been many years since i planned and planted a vegetable garden. we have always had something in the way of a garden, even if it was just small one. a few years ago, we had a wet, rainy summer that rotted almost everything. mildews and invertebrates and plain old standing water put the … Continue reading victory garden