Ocean

It was crowded in bed last night: there were the two of us, then the new bed for Isis (to get him used to it), then quite separately -- Isi...

In an effort to contain Isis at night, I bought him a very soft little cat bed. It arrived today as Ed was napping upstairs with Isis tight...

I am grateful for that blue sky! Truly grateful. All other weather issues pale when I see it. We, up here in the Upper Midwest, are somewha...

A surprisingly busy day keeps me away from many of the usual routines. Sure, there was breakfast. ...but after, things got rather fas...

The wind howled all night long. I remind myself that the farmhouse has been standing for one hundred years, solid years of storms and hails...

I have been reluctant to get to this for a long time now: the placing of clutter up for sale. Junk is easy to stick in a trash can. More us...

Ed comes in after an evening of project work at the sheep shed. I'm nearly asleep. He recites: there's freezing rain, a handful of ...

Hooked on travel. On good foods. On books. Hooked on cultivating flowers. And vegetables. And berries. On skiing with Ed. On talking to dau...

It's not unreasonable that it should snow. It still is the middle of February. I know -- it seems I've been saying this again and a...

In a sense, they are alike: pretty days, with February skies of gentle blue, or sometimes with wisps of cloud clover. Like this morning, fo...

There is no question that a sunny day at frigid temperatures feels warmer than a gloomy gray day at warmer readings. So that despite the ...