Finally, at the age of 48, I need to wear glasses for reading… and for looking at my phone and everything else I hold within my arm’s length. And it stinks! When did this happen? It’s BEEN happening. Just ask the kids. The little stinkers laugh and look at each other every time I navigate on my phone, and I have to hold it away from my body. …
Cleaning camp and driving tractors to school. It’s that time of year, I’m spreading myself in between my home and my camp. Both are anxiously awaiting my planting of flowers, my cleaning up the deck furniture, my dusting away the cobwebs, that have collected all winter. It’s hard. Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder, why do I do all of this? Run around like a crazy woman…
This is one of my hot buttons… I abhor daylight saving time. I hate it. My body hates it. My mind hates it. My life hates it. Does anyone else feel as strongly as I do? The spring, in particular, is my biggest gripe, I don’t have the bandwidth at this stage in my life to lose an hour. I remember when the kids were little–it was terrible. …
I had an odd thing happen to me the other night at dinner. I met a friend of mine at a restaurant in Saratoga–The Mouzan House. I had been hearing wonderful things about the restaurant for years, and it did not disappoint, it was a delicious meal. The restaurant occupies an old brick farmhouse in the middle of Saratoga Springs. It’s an oasis in the middle of a…
The decision has been made, and a deep sadness permeates everything. There are visions of what life will be, how life will feel. Emptiness. The last headlock clanks, and the pump stops. Silence fills every space on the farm. A final cow is loaded, and the truck and trailer head down the laneway and out the gate. It’s over. The feed wagon will sit idle, and the birds…
I believe in the power of positivity. I BELIEVE in the power of the team. And I believe in the strength of a village. It takes all of us. We are in the thick of playoff season, and our boy’s varsity basketball team survived their first sectional match-up. Greenwich, 5 cede, was able to eliminate the four cede. It was a nail-biter, as we did not take the…
If you farm, you have faith. We have faith that the rain will spill over from the clouds when it’s dry. And understand Mother Nature is on her time, not our time. Faith. Farmers have faith that the baby calf is going to live. Praying that the sparkle comes back to her eyes, her coat shines again, and she jumps up at feeding time. If the calf takes…
It’s been a busy few days! It started with introducing Stephanie to the best donut in Rutland, Vermont. We needed to be up there to support our friend and had a little time to burn up. My brain went immediately to my stomach..and Jones’ Donuts. If you like coconut, and frosting, on a donut, this is the one for you! Don’t miss it if you are in the…
The significance of a tree. The big old pine has been with me my entire life. It sits vigilantly by the old road, at the lake. The pine is not ancient in the way of trees. It’s a tall pine that managed to avoid the clutches of the hurricane back in 1938 when so many of the big pines got blown down and, as a result, still sit…
It’s time for the fair! Once this hits your inbox, we will already be moving the cows in, shaking the flakes of hay out, and raking the alleyway for herdsmanship. Below is a piece I wrote years ago. It was prompted because one of the FFA leaders was looking for a garden gnome to complete their display at the fair. The request gave me pause to think and recollect…
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