One of the reasons this place is good for me is that I can walk to town. My garage is at the foot of my hill. My church and the…

After weeks of bitter cold and blasting arctic winds, it may have been exhaustion or general inattentiveness, but sometime last night I neglected to make sure all the faucets were…

HERD ABOUT IT? by ana grarian I would title this Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Morning On this wintry morning I love this poem from Jon Katz's Bedlam Farm…

I have been here just a little over a year now and find myself in a familiar position - typing on the computer while watching the squirrels ravage my bird…

Snow sifts down like confectioner's sugar onto a baker's table. The car and bird feeders sport soft peaked roofs and the wood stove hums amiably by my side. It has…