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Dear Folks: January 22, 1989
Dear Folks, I like to begin every January issue of the Dana Meadows News Service with a small guide to the people and other creatures of the household, to help new subscribers keep the characters straight. This year I asked Sylvia to make me some little sketches to go with my descriptions, and you can see the result!
I may not have [...]
Dear Folks: December 25, 1988
Dear Folks, It’s Christmas afternoon, about 3:30. A sunny warm day has just dissolved into scenic snow flurries. I’m sitting in my study by the woodstove, with a cup of tea on my desk and carols coming from the radio. The smell of roasting turkey is beginning to overwhelm the house. Anna’s kids and kids-in-law are outside energetically stacking into the [...]
Dear Folks: November 26, 1988
Dear Folks, It’s Saturday around 4 pm and the sun is just setting next to Mount Ascutney in the southwest. It’s been a rare day for late November — brilliant sun and 50 degrees. A last blessing before winter.
Sylvia and I spent the day scrambling around doing a few of the things left on the “before winter” list. We battened down [...]
Dear Folks: October 22, 1988
Dear Folks, It’s Saturday night, windy and wet outside. The Glory has come and gone and we’re into the late fall of bare trees, bleak skies and storm. But I’m sitting here at FOUNDATION FARM, BACK HOME, in the study, with the woodstove aglow, Basil curled up at my feet, Simon purring in a gray fuzzy ball on my desk. It’s [...]
Dear Folks: September 25, 1988
Dear Folks, It’s the beginning of Glory Season here. The fields and the edges of the woods are already red with sumac and virginia creeper, mixed with the yellow of late goldenrod. The white pines are half-green, half-gold. Their needles last two years — so the second-year needles are about the fall off. Every time the wind blows, a swirl of [...]
