Dear Folks: July 26, 1993
Dear Folks,
This is going to be such a busy month, I’d better write a bit now, or I’ll forget what has happened so far in the rush of what is going to happen in Costa Rica.
We got in a beautiful cut of hay. It dried in one long, brilliant June day and was dark green and sweet-smelling and full of [...]
Dear Folks: June 20, 1993
Dear Folks,
Sunday morning, summer solstice. I can never believe the length of the day and the glory of the sun around here when the sun comes to its northernmost point of the year. Light already at 5 AM, light still at 9 PM. The sun swings so far around in the sky that it even shines on the grateful north [...]
Dear Folks: May 22, 1993
Dear Folks,
Every year I remember, too late, my vow from the past year never, ever to leave this farm in May — or in the month between mid-September and mid-October. Those are the times of rapid change, the times when we wake up every morning to something new. In May the daily newness is in the arriving voices of the [...]
Dear Folks: April 4, 1993
Dear Folks,
Things change so fast at this time of year, I thought you might enjoy a serial letter chronicling spring as it unfolds, rather than an end-of-the-month summary. So here’s installment number one.
Last weekend it got up to 60 degrees and the sun was overwhelming. We watched the huge piles of snow shrink away. Clear patches of ground appeared in [...]
Dear Folks: January 23, 1993
Dear Folks,
It’s 4:30 Saturday afternoon and the last act of Meistersinger is coming over the radio from the Met. The daylight is nearly gone. The days are still short, but not as short as they were in Germany, and we’re a month past the solstice. I’m already thinking of spring. The seed packets are arriving in the mail, and I [...]
