Chicken Shit
I used to say, "honey, I'm going out to check on the chickens." Or I might say to myself, "oops, it's time to feed the chickens." At the...
Where we find ourselves.
Our Massachusetts farm is punctuated by a stone silo used in the 18th century to store grain and fodder. The silo now features a top-floor studio office overlooking the chicken coop, pasture, and vegetable garden. The barn complements a Georgian saltbox colonial house built in 1735 by a member of the Heald family.
I used to say, "honey, I'm going out to check on the chickens." Or I might say to myself, "oops, it's time to feed the chickens." At the...
Beekeeping at a summer residence is hard enough. Doing it on an island off the coast of Maine, a 70 minute ferry from the mainland,...
After four days of driving we are home! Well, how about it? We went looking for America, what did we find? It may be months and years...
There's nothing you could say To tear me away from my guy There's nothing you could do 'Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy I'm stickin'...
We left Helena Montana a couple of days ago where we were visiting our dear friends the Hughes who live out there, and the Mabies who...
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Hey, it's me, Charlie. Haven't posted in awhile. I don't always have access to a computer. That's why. The trip is going well, but it...
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Apologies in advance for all the photos in this post. And no, the title is not meant to suggest that what follows is an analysis of the...
It’s been a while since our last post. We’ve been busy hiking, driving, eating and forcing ourselves to chat with strangers. Peyton’s...
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My sister, who figured in my last post about skiing nostalgia, told me that it was very depressing and that I needed to work on being a...
I met someone. He's really cute. His name is Racer. He lives in a hotel and gets to walk around the lobby and meet everyone. I had to...