For the first time in years, I’m excited about the end of summer.
Day after day, Bob and I harvest, cook, mow, trim, and weed together. This is what dual retirement looks like.
How I found myself swaddled in a cocoon of global warming
It’s not every day you get to see a miracle.
Spring fuels the delusion that you can live in harmony without impacting anyone else, but the birds know better.