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: 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 [...]
Dear Folks: December 20, 1987
Dear Folks,
Last week we passed from November to Winter and there’s a sense of relief in the air. November (which can go on into December) is gray and stormy and the ground is bare. In November you know winter is coming and you scurry around preparing for it, getting the last of the wood in, leaving fence gates open so [...]
Dear Folks: April 20, 1987
Dear Folks,
It’s changed a lot around here since the last time I wrote. The transformation from March to April is hard to believe in this North Country. One month ago everything was white and frozen. Now the snow is gone, the grass is beginning to green up, and the forests have taken on the subtle pinky-brown color of the maple [...]
Dear Folks: March 22, 1987
Dear Folks,
It’s Sunday morning at the beginning of mud season. Most of Foundation Farm is still covered by about a foot of snow, but there are bare patches on the southern slopes, and they are solid mud, a portent of things to come. The snow has been going off very gradually. That’s good, because with all the snow we had, [...]
