When Final Days Become First Days

I can see it, a red leaf tucked amongst the swiss chard in the garden, a thinness appearing amongst the overgrowth beyond the pasture, openings in the underbrush of the woods as the green slips away to show the woody brown again.  Fall is coming.  My favorite season...

Fall Evenings

It’s just before 5pm here on the farm, and it’s definitely what could be called “dusk” already.  The pup and I took a stroll outside a bit ago – an attempt to wind down her gloaming-fed energy – and the air is crisp. If we had a...

Life and Attention

It’s fall here in the mountains, and I keep trying to be nostalgic for the mountain air and woodstove of my childhood. But today, the images are of a hot pink Big Wheel on our mountainside deck.  The 10 good pumps of my legs before I had to turn around so as not...

A Mountain Walk

A bird I do not know reminds me that I need to get a bird book – Audobon or something.  Another cackles like a monkey or like I imagine a monkey cackles; I’m not sure monkeys in zoos cackle. A swath of trees across the valley is lit up, old-school Lite...