I don't know what I did, but when I reposted my Newsletters as Blog entries, the dates got scrambled. I tried, but I cannot seem to fix them. Sorry about that. I better go talk to the sheep. That's probably more my forte.

Look For Someone to Eat and Drink With

Look For Someone to Eat and Drink With

May 07, 2025

The eagles are back. Truth is, I don't think they really leave in the winter. Perhaps we just aren't looking hard enough. Still, it is always a thrill to see them down near the river, gazing deeply into a small melt hole in the ice waiting for a fish, or pairing up near a nest - perhaps planning for this year's brood. Usually it is after the groundhog makes his declaration, but long before the peep frogs sing. I view it as an encouragement, a sign that the ice will soon give way to mud and then to planting and, then that Heaven on Earth, June Grass.

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Savage Man

Savage Man

December 11, 2025

Well, it looks like I no longer have an excuse to sit and look at my seed catalogs and read Rousseau. A friend has fixed my truck for me, and the snow is trying to melt... a little bit. I had figured on starting some plants for the hoop house, but the last snow caved in the one side. Now that the truck is fixed I can at least go get materials for a makeshift repair.

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Laughter

Laughter

January 30, 2025

I hope wherever you are you are recovering from the winter storm. I admit I was a bit skeptical when the weather stations all were breathless about all the "upcoming dangerous weather". It often seems the fear is the point of the news rather than, as we used to say, "improvise, adapt and overcome".

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A Time For Reflection

A Time For Reflection

April 01, 2026

There is not a lot happening on the farm this time of year. It is a time of chores and routine, often a struggle to maintain normalcy through difficult conditions. Even though the trough is frozen, the animals still need to drink. Even if the hill is slippery, hay needs moved and feed carried. Such times mean progress is slowed and thoughts have time to gather. Feelings long buried, can be briefly exposed, only to be covered again with snow and duty.

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