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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: January 31, 1988 – February 20,1988
Dear Folks, As they say about New England, if you don’t like the weather, just wait a few hours and it will change. Two weeks ago we had wicked cold, now we have unbelievable January thaw. It’s nearly 60 out today and a beneficent sun is shining. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was March and load up the [...]
Dear Folks: January 17, 1988
Dear Folks, “Home,” wrote my friend Bert DeVries from Holland when I moved away from Foundation Farm. “What does that mean to you now?” And recently my father wrote from Illinois, “it sounds like you have two homes now instead of one.”
Sometimes it feels like two homes and sometimes it feels like none. I have started thinking a lot about “home”, [...]
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, November 22, 1987
Dear Folks,
It’s Sunday afternoon about 4 and the sun is just setting — a short, bitter-cold November day. It was nearly zero last night (-10 centigrade, for my European readers). We have had three heavy snows already, but today there’s only a light dusting of white on the ground. I went out yesterday to pull some of the last leeks [...]
