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Winter Is Icumen In
Winter has been icumen in for a while now, but in fits and starts. In the early days of the month I put flannel sheets on the bed, turned the heater on for the first time since late April, and … Continue reading
Another No-Name Blows By
A formidable northeaster blew through earlier this week. I’m pretty sure it’s passed because the leaves are barely rustling and there’s enough sunlight to cast shadows on the road. But it was a big one. When I went to bed … Continue reading
Fall Finally Got Here
Fall was late getting a foothold this year. Most years, on or about September 1, August humidity falls away and driving down Old County Road I spot at least a hint of fall color in the trees. This year September … Continue reading
A Red Balloon
Yesterday morning, walking down Pine Hill with Tam, I spotted something bright red way up ahead. Huh? It was too bright and too red to be natural — unless it was a mushroom? Not likely: It was too big, and … Continue reading
Henri, Meet Uncle Bob
As I write, we’re on the fringes of Tropical Storm Henri. The wind is blowing, there’s been some rain, but so far, so good. The electricity flickered a couple of times before 7 but I went ahead and made the … Continue reading
Evening Walk
So Tuesday night Tam Lin and I are approaching the worst stretch of the Dr. Fisher Road. It’s not quite pitch-dark but close. Up ahead are red brake lights. They aren’t moving. This is unusual. When we come up next … Continue reading
I’m Not Jogging
I hate jogging. Don’t even talk about running. I do love to walk. I walk a lot. I walk about four miles on an average day. (Read on and you’ll learn how I know this.) Some people walk because they … Continue reading
Laundry Musings
I don’t need a calendar to tell me what season it is. My laundry line makes it clear. Guess what? It’s summer! Saturday’s laundry line included lots of T-shirts and no long pants. What prompted this particular laundry day wasn’t … Continue reading
Bread Baking in Summer
Hot, humid weather — which is to say “summer” — can be challenging for a bread baker. This bread baker uses sourdough almost exclusively. Most of the year, my loaves rise in a leisurely fashion. In winter they rise so … Continue reading
Spilt Milk
Yes, I spilt it, but no, I didn’t cry. I cussed. I live at close quarters in a studio apartment. Sometimes I forget how close things are, like how close the milk pitcher (from which I pour milk into my … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 