Maybe its just my mental state, but I feel like I have too much on my plate…

The turn back to cold, which I did not appreciate, none-the-less firmed up the dirt road, and allowed the sled to be pulled overland to the yurt, chock full of stove wood…

Sometimes we have to work hard to like ourselves, eh? …

The arc of my day unfolded in simple chapters: a trip to town, a quick walk up to the washed out culvert, countless mental miles, and a few emotional ones…

This storm last Saturday buried half the state…

For ever day I live, I'd like another day, just to read…

Kitchens are cool, either way…

So the neighborhood cat is named Carl, & when I arrived here last spring, he'd been billed as "feral"…

It's hard to even describe how beautiful people are…

In sub-zero temperatures, I sorted boxes at my storage space, looking for a specific cardboard tube of maps…

We zig zagged our way, one in snow shoes, one in boots, up a logging road, then a gully, skirting a sugar bush, to where it leveled off, and the view turned from south facing to north…

Usually, deep in the heart of Vermont's winter, the water is green, the ice green, the grass ... believe it or not, some of it is still green, under the snow…

I didn't exactly know where to start…

It didn't really get warm today but after doing a bunch of shoveling, I decided to prune an apple tree…

Dear Valentine, I hope you had a good day…

Here's my friend taking off snow shoes, although currently she's practicing her handstand in Florida on the beach…

I set out in the late afternoon, to ski my property line…

I guess I do like to write about my encounters with weather …

The tractor trailer would not come up my road, with the door delivery…

When it's too cold to glue things up because you don't have heat in your building, you improvise…