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Dear Folks: February 23, 1992
Dear Folks, Well, the weather hasn’t changed a whole lot from what I was complaining about a month ago, except that things are easing slowly from ice to mud. The temperature is less often -15 and more often +35. Nothing seems to fall down from the sky except freezing rain. The ground is half bare, and frozen three feet down. It’s [...]
Dear Folks: January 26, 1992
Dear Folks, I can remember when winters around here were snowy from Thanksgiving to Easter. I can remember the snow being so high we could ski right over the garden fence. There were winters when the drifts mounted up higher than the kitchen window. We used to have to wear snowshoes just to do the chores.
Sigh. Now we have to wear [...]
Dear Folks: December 22, 1991
Dear Folks, It’s 3:00 Sunday afternoon on the day of the solstice, the shortest day of the year. The house is quiet, momentarily. John and Brenna are away for a week at the homes of various relatives. Don is at work. He’s a house-painter and wall-paperer, and he has a rush job to be done by Christmas, so he’s working this [...]
Dear Folks: November 23, 1991
Dear Folks, It’s early morning on a Sunday that’s much warmer than we would expect for late November. There’s not a woodstove going anywhere in the house. (There could be six, if we were fully fired up). Heather and I are up, and so is Heather’s grandma, Joyce Long, who has driven up from Long Island, as she often does, to [...]
Dear Folks: October 27, 1991
Dear Folks, It’s an unusually balmy Saturday night after a beautiful day, and, strangely, I can’t tell you much about the farm. I was in my Dartmouth office writing all day. It doesn’t feel like a Saturday at all. Beyond the Limits has got me beyond my limits. When I start missing farm Saturdays, I am well over the edge.
The deadline [...]
