The woods is dark & deep at the best of times, but in the winter it becomes a place of a subtle, transcendental light, not emanating from anywhere in particular…

The grief of losing a life, someone close or a whole life that was yours, is something many of us hit, eventually, and are floored by…

"Yeah, so I guess we have to move that outlet", I continue, "now that the wood box is going there." …

I took it as a sign when my phone died while I was splitting wood, sometime around mid-day…

Over the roofs of men & mice, the mountains run on their own high powered fuel…

It's never a hard choice for me, to take the slower route from one part of Vermont to another…

It was a mad dash, but I made it…

The cat likes the toggles on my zippers, also my necklace & most unfortunately in the middle of the night, the power supply of my computer cord, or any foot switch to a device similar in weight, to a dead mouse…

They tell me there's no snow at lower elevations, but up here, it's a wintry whiteout…

I was relieved that by the time my turn in line was up, it was Marie at the cash register, at Aubuchon's…

Sleeping in is not my thing, but I think I slept a little extra this morning, in my dreams avoiding the possibility upon waking, that my electricity would be gone…

I'm out to shovel at 7 am, my heart set on making a dump run…

She left her mittens in my kitchen, not intentionally, and only after depositing a box there as well - a birthday present…

As I enter the gas station market, I know immediately some guy will be sitting there, legs splayed, hand wrapped around a styrofoam cup, just staring at whatever walks in…

They didn’t mean to, but they broke the glass …

I feel the crack, then hear it ... see the results of my strike, the blow sending fragments in opposite directions, almost as an afterthought. I've practiced the move…

I don't know what you see when you look at this photo, but I see a broken generator, a truck without snow tires, a pile of lumber's been sitting in the driveway for over a year, 4 cords of seasoned firewood tarps blown off in a bad way, gardening tools frozen in place, & two wood sheds didn't get built…

We met on the job, in Quechee VT; he was the on-site restoration carpenter, & we were the new gardeners…

Yesterday's thermos of tea, a mix of throat comfort, ginger & tumeric is still there for me today, & still warm…

Sometimes our most important discussions occur in the woods, or off site, certainly not on T.V. or social media…