Dear Folks: December 22, 1989
Dear Folks,
This is going to be a long, sad letter. It’s going to be hard on you if, like me, you think of life as a fairy tale, where good things happen to good people — or where bad things come out all right in the end and teach good lessons. One shouldn’t write sad letters at the holiday season, [...]
Dear Folks: May 20, 1989
Dear Folks, It’s Saturday night. I just officially collapsed after two days in the garden, came in and washed off the top several layers of dirt, looked for something I could do sitting down, and remembered it was time to write you.
We just had our week of spring; now it’s summer. A week of spring is a standard joke in New [...]
Dear Folks: September 25, 1988
Dear Folks, It’s the beginning of Glory Season here. The fields and the edges of the woods are already red with sumac and virginia creeper, mixed with the yellow of late goldenrod. The white pines are half-green, half-gold. Their needles last two years — so the second-year needles are about the fall off. Every time the wind blows, a swirl of [...]
