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I’m on Capitol Square early. The original Madison farmers market. I am making the circle (can you make a circle around a square?) with my da...

The beginning of Memorial Day week-end. One of three – the others, of course, being Fourth of July (which isn’t technically a week-end, but ...

I make one last trip to the condo today. To make sure all is clean and ready for the move-in of the new owner. I note that someone has been ...

I no longer live in Madison. From my first day at the farmhouse, when I downloaded photos, I realized that I had to change location labels f...

I look at the never ending flower borders at the farmette. Borders without borders. Unlike anyplace where I have planted, they don’t have de...

I am at the café up the road from the farmhouse. I’m reading about the life of a Russian poet who was exiled to America not too long ago. Ho...

You could spend days, weeks even, at the farmette and not see or talk to anyone at all. We don’t do that. The daughters visit, I check in wi...

Spring winds are blowing, blossoms are growing, dancing like children, out on the green... Don’t mind me. Just go about your business. I h...

Follow your dream, reach for the stars, don’t settle for less. By the time both daughters went through all their various graduations – from...

Hear that? What? In the attic. No, not mice. Something else. We don't know what. We talk about laying some traps, but the idea of cra...