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Dear Folks: September 24, 2000
Dear Folks,
Sunday morning, rainy and dreary, everyone is inside coughing and wheezing. I brought back a bug from Balaton and promptly passed it to my dear housemates. The place sounds like a tuberculosis ward. Ah, community! Togetherness in suffering!
It’s the equinox, days suddenly, strikingly shorter. Not light enough to open the chickenhouse (which is how I measure my days) until [...]
Dear Folks: August 27, 2000
Dear Folks,
YES! The bulldozers are rolling!
It’s been an amazing, nonstop, exciting month. Groundbreaking day turned out to be Monday morning, August 14, two weeks ago. After all we had gone through to get to that point, and after so many postponements, and after the breathtaking last-minute coming together of the essential elements (especially the Act 250 permit), we had no [...]
Dear Folks: June 25, 2000
Dear Folks,
Warm, breezy summer afternoon, clouds coming up, severe thunderstorm warning. That’ll be par for the course; it has rained nearly every day this month, wonderful for the veggies, disaster for the hay.
Farmers are never satisfied. Dear God, dear Universe, dear Weathermaker, it would be so simple. Four days of bright, warm, breezy sunshine followed by an overnight inch of [...]
Dear Folks: April 23, 2000
Hello, Dear Folks!
It’s Easter. It’s the day after Earth Day. It’s solidly cloudy, as it has been for a week, and 40 degrees, and bone-penetrating damp. I spent yesterday out in the garden and got soaked through.
Ah, but it felt good! A carton of plants I had ordered arrived, so I had to get them into the ground, and a [...]
Dear Folks: March 26, 2000
Dear Folks,
Last month we were in the depths of winter, and Stephen drew his Spanish-speaking mouse riding on a snowmobile. Last weekend we had a blizzard. Today it’s sunny and sixty. There’s snow only on the north sides of buildings. Robins and bluebirds have returned to the valley. The mud has nearly dried up. I have to go out and [...]
