WPC: Circle (summertime sunflower)
As another winter sets in, my thoughts circle back to warm summer days, gentle breezes and the humming of the bees.
A New Year’s wish for you
Merry Christmas
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Hard apple cider and a cat named Mr. Sh*thead
Around here, autumn is heralded with the making of hard cider. The apples are pressed. The top secret ingredients are mixed in with the apple juice. Then, barrels upon barrels of cider are buried in the ground to work their magic over a year or more. If you are a hard cider master brewer, the…
Remember…
Wordless Wednesday: first snow
Am I “strideless?”
The “entertainment reporter” was carrying on and on about a certain actress who’s done this and that and more of this and that and how she’s “hit her stride” with her current project. So, as I stood in the shower this morning, fishing my daughter’s long hair out of the drain, I got to thinking…
WPC: Finding extraordinary in the ordinary
Finding extraordinary magic in ordinary days only takes a walk in the woods.
Menopause (a.k.a. The day the FedEx guy saw me naked)
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” I ask my daughter, hoping she’s going to tell me that it is, in fact, NOT me and it is actually 279 degrees in the house. “Nooooo, it’s YOU!” she whines back, without ever looking up from her phone to make sure that I’m not…
The day the world fell off its axis (not really, but almost)
I have decided to embrace my age. Gray hairs – check Sagging boobs – double check Menopause – hell, yeah! Reading glasses – yup Cellulite – bring it on, baby A chin hair… C.h.i.n. H.a.i.r CHIN HAIR?????? Errrrrrrrrrrr…. boom! My grandmother had chin hair. This discovery is worse than the time I got jumper…
WPC: The tick bite that changed my life
I am a very private person. Very few people know about my trials and tribulations. That’s just me – I play my cards close to the vest. Until now… I will let you in on a struggle that has consumed me for five years and changed my body and my life. I have the unfortunate…
A rogue skunk and volcanic applesauce
Fall is just around the corner and the trees on the farm are heavy with apples. A gluten for punishment, I picked 4-5 bushels and got down to canning applesauce. After chopping and slicing and dicing, I filled a 22 quart pot with apples and began my first batch of sauce. Making applesauce is quite…
WPC: grid (haymow)
True craftsmanship has become a thing of the past. The days of horse-drawn logging, hand-hewed beams and even handmade nails are mostly extinct. Fortunately, the legacy of those skilled workers still lives on in many old barns around the country. With nothing more than hammers, saws and measuring tapes made from leather, they constructed grids…
WPC: Connected (web)
One of my favorite things to do on a summer morning is to photograph the dew on spider webs (minus the spider, of course). I’m always amazed at how such an ugly bug makes such a beautiful masterpiece – each strand of silk delicately connected to the other.
The Farmers in the Dell 