Dear Folks: May 26, 1991
Dear Folks, Sylvia likes to make fun of the to-do lists I’m always making to remind myself (and everyone else) what needs to be done on the farm. They do tend to be long lists. You would consider them overwhelming, if you’ve never seen us knock off most of the items on a single weekend. You’d understand why Sylvia thinks it’s [...]
Dear Folks: September 24, 1989
Dear Folks, Two nights ago the edge of Hurricane Hugo brought us wild winds and tropical temperatures. Basil and I woke up about 2:30 and went outside to watch the trees bending in the wind. Heavy gusts whammed through the valley — we could hear each one sweeping toward us from a long way off, sounding like an oncoming express train. [...]
Dear Folks: May 22, 1988
Dear Folks, There are two times of year here that so overwhelm the senses and emotions that they are simply indescribable. They are the times of rapid change and natural glory, the beginning of October and the middle of May.
A month ago when I last wrote you there was a little green on the pastures and the daffodils were in bloom, [...]
Dear Folks: April 26, 1988
Dear Folks, I should be writing a column right now, but what I feel like doing is writing to you, spilling out all the experiences and feelings and thoughts I’ve stored up over the last 3 weeks.
I got back last night, delighted to discover, swooping into the Lebanon airport, that while I was gone the snow disappeared, the ponds turned from [...]
Dear Folks: March 27, 1988
Dear Folks, Around here March is the poopiest month of the year, Mud Month, a month of deceptions, when the sun rises earlier and sets later but is always covered with storm clouds, when the animals’ water buckets no longer freeze over, except for occasional nights when the temperature suddenly dips back down to zero and they freeze solid. March wouldn’t [...]
