There’s something about the smell of freshly baked bread filling the house. Having grown up in a 300 year old house with a beehive oven in the walk-in fireplace, us kids grew up baking our own bread. It’s a holiday tradition the grandkids now carry on.
With a fireplace like this, how could you not bake bread?!
Here’s a better look at the beehive oven hidden behind the hanging pot.
First, we’d get a roaring fire going in there. When … Read More
We live in a town where “green” isn’t as much about being environmentally friendly, as it is about contests to see who’s lawn looks most like a perfectly manicured golf course.
We don’t play. Pesticides not only aren’t safe for our dogs, but they’d wash into our pond with far reaching consequences for the wildlife who depend on it. So our property has a very, well, um, natural look to it around this time of year.
You have to admit, … Read More
Recently, we got to spend a few days on the ocean in South Carolina. The weather was perfect, the beach was spectacular, and Cait and I enjoyed a game we’ve been known to play for hours at a time. We’ve dubbed it “Must Sea TV.” It’s a simple game, really. You just bend over –or, better yet, get down on your knees (Cait’s demonstrating the proper pose for you above)– and investigate all the sea life the tides reveal.
Because … Read More
Here’s part of our regular gang, passing through at dusk. If you look carefully, you’ll see a Blue Heron on the left, and two deer on the right.
I recently got to visit my old friend. She’s now in the winter of her life–an incredibly long and giving life. I first met her when I was ten. We’d just moved and I was lonely and in need of a confidant. She aptly filled the bill. She was much taller than I, so I’d climb up and sit. She’d wrap her arms around me and listen without judgment.
Late summer nights, when I’d be at the height of my … Read More
I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but this kind of thing drives me nuts. Recently, there was an article in the Anchorage Daily News about a wolf named Romeo who had become a regular visitor to the lake in town. As often happens when people have a love for wild animals, they want to get close. They want to have their own personal experience. But the ways in which people do this can spell trouble for themselves and … Read More
There is no trace of my garden buried under two feet of snow. No hint of Spring in the air. And yet, like the magnetic forces beginning to draw the birds back north, I hear the earth beckon.
Having listened for so many years, I am elated to hear her voice begin to grow stronger once again. And, as I have for so many years, I answer her call.
This morning I placed my order for organic seeds from Seeds … Read More
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