When I finally resettle again over the mountain, I'll miss these evening drives back home to Chelsea…

If the ladies were blackbirds, if the ladies were thrushes…

'A noble dog, a faithful companion'. Oh, Leo. It's so easy to love a dog…

I volunteered to do community service and was ignored, perhaps because my views on health fall into a nebulous category some might call "holistic" or something closer to what our last generation would have utilized, out of practical necessity…

Stung by a bee before noon, but glad for its company anyway, in a world stark with absence…

You can walk & walk and not find your path as happened to me one day not long ago in a land called Vermont…

I don't know how other people who have to work are coping…

I was headed to a job over the mountain to save an old rose bed overrun by grass…

A drizzly day and an uneasy quiet in the hills of springtime Vermont…

I open my eyes upon waking to one final magic trick from the Snow Queen and another day alone burning the last of the firewood…

They call it 'walking the plank' but the challenge depends on which century you were born into…

Reporting from the trenches. Out in the leaf mold, observing the seeping headwaters feeding what you may eventually be drinking, I see that life here is also in lock down.

I feel compelled to say something about the mass hysteria I'm seeing on Facebook…

It took a couple hours at the piano today, to match up what I know emotionally to the technical ability of my fingers…

I know, it's just a well. There's water in it, and a bunch of microbial activity. This is planet earth, which supports many lifeforms…

When you look up and realize you've been working nine hours straight, something's probably going right…

Sometimes it takes a chainsaw to get the job done; note to self…

There are some activities that keep you alive…

Thank goodness I don't have to "social distance" from my rake or my apple trees or plywood stacked behind the barn…

Walking ain't bad…