Oh, how I loved the opening day of fishing. It meant spring and an early morning wake-up on the last Saturday of April every year. My sisters, father and I would meet W and his sons in the dark up in Boscawen at their farm. Poles in hand, our fathers would drive us up to Franklin, to wet a line just as the sun was coming up over…
I remember being little and stacking wood with my dad. Back in those very old days, when I was really young, it was fun, and I am sure I was probably more of a hindrance than an asset as he tried to get through it without tripping over me. As I got older, I was much better help, but maybe not quite as good company? I was helping…
Considering who you are and how you interact with others is important. Since Covid, the environment changed, and the landscape for all roads of communication transformed for most of us. However, this change should not mean the tone of how we communicate with one another should change. You may not be going into an office as much, if at all. Interacting face to face with friends and family…
Happy Valentine’s Day! These are my 3 little Valentine’s, from many years ago. š During my freshman year in college, I had to take a writing seminar. The assignment was a poem about love. I pulled it out and dusted it off. This can work for love or anything that is in your life that you are striving for or waiting on. Here you go! š Patiently I…
Today it’s all about football … and the donuts that I picked up at my favorite bakery this morning. Even though neither of the teams playing tonight is technically my team, there is a player that is still my QB. No matter what, I will follow TB12 until he retires! And, I will always find a good donut. š Cheers to Super Bowl Sunday!! I hope that you…
“Catherine, why have we never heard you play the piano?” Piano playing has always been a great hobby of mine. Sitting down to play is relaxing and challenging all at the same time. It oddly serves as a connection with my family too. However, playing the piano is not something that I easily share with others. And this is why … I was in the 5th grade. When…
HELP! I am an inbox trainwreck! Cyclone, hurricane, disaster area! Oh, itās bad. Itās really bad. 31,000 emails and counting. My poor co-workers break out in hives whenever they get a peek into the inbox. Our computer guy gasped when he sat down at my desk and tried to work within it one day. Open tabs, open browser windows, open emails, itās a mess! The anxiety inside of…
Editorās note: Click here to view the video. Itās definitely January here in the northeast. I think that we might have seen the sun for about 2 hours last week. I don’t think at all the week before. Blah, blah, blah… Here’s a video for you this week :-). Happy Monday my friends, days are getting longer, we’ll be planting corn in no time! Don’t forget to take…
We called it dubbin’ growing up. It meant anything from fixing the latch on a door, fishing behind the farm, hunting, or eating jelly donuts around Grammy and Grampa’s kitchen table. Sometimes it would evolve to suckering on a spring night in the golf course brook, walking the old orchard in Webster with the dogs, or piling in the blue Peugeot, to go target practicing. Always revolving around…
So much … really. The word “fruition” has been hanging in the office over the past few months, yet nobody has claimed it yet. It first came to our attention through Stephanie. It was at a brainstorming session to name the communications services arm of the Morning Ag Clips. We still don’t have a name yet (getting close), but we certainly know what it will not be. Stephanie loved…
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