I have never baked a blackberry pie. I was always told blackberries were too seedy! One of the most wonderful things about my…

I am always amazed at how versatile Italian food is. On Thursday Christie and I visited with one of our life long…

Like any farm in New Brunswick, I am dripping in blackberries. They crawl along the edge of most of the pastures. If…

I love menus. Ralph thinks that I am extremely gullible. When we dine out, my favorite part of the evening is reading…

So I mentioned at the end of my post yesterday that the cement for my new walkway was to be delivered at…

When I first started my blog, I received a note from my daughter Meaghan cautioning me to take my time –  “Posting…

It’s a remarkable thing to share your life with someone. To have and to hold… I remember, so clearly, the day that Ralph asked…

Ralph and I have set August aside to host our available friends at the farm. Each week, we have made plans to…

More than seventy-five years ago a yellow transparent apple tree was planted. Mom and I picked apples from it today. As I stood…

Ralph and I spent our Sunday entertaining two wonderful friends. Whenever we get together, our conversations are all over the map. We…