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Ed and I do not agree on everything. And there is one thing about which we really disagree: it is the matter of trees. The farmette has m...

With the animals, and with Ed you never know what you're going to wake up to. He is momentarily up in the early morning, rumbling aro...

The lovely drip drip drip of melting snow, trickling down from the roof. Drip drip drip, spring is coming, drip drip drip. (Of course, th...

Days like this are precious. I don't care if you live in a city or out here, on the farmette -- you just have to step outside and take ...

Talk about a good work ethic! The day was not wasted! Ed spent half of it plastering the walls in the farmhouse bedroom (a roof leak had do...

The last day of the week, the last day of the month, and I hope -- the last of total cloud cover. Hungry for February, hungry for sunshine,...

Slippery icy surfaces, gray skies, and a stillness that settled in, as if to trap the winter gloom, keeping it in place day after day after...

A friend asked me if in these gray gloomy cold days I sometimes look back to photos of flowers. If I recall and take photo strolls through ...

They say there is a sun, bright as ever, behind the clouds. If that's so, then it surely is doing a good job of concealing its existenc...