family

Sara came for dinner last night. An overnight visit with her boyfriend during a hectic whirlwind summer vacation was unexpected and lovely.…

It was less of a barn raising and more of a barn covering. A covering of what one hundred and ten years…

After four years of trying, I’ve finally raced the birds to my blueberries. We have a hill, directly behind the farmhouse, covered…

When you’re the mother of three little girls who my girls are twenty seven love bread and when they were little would choose it,…

I was going to name the post “I’m Late” but given the multitude of places that could take your imaginations, I decided…

I asked my daughter Meg if she would write a post for my blog last year. I found this in my inbox…

Sunday morning light at the farm. Wish you were here…

Every year as farm stands display their first crop of local strawberries, I’m catapulted back in time. The girls were seven years…

Last night when I walked into our bedroom Ralph’s suitcase was sitting beside our bed. The same suitcase that he’s used for…

Our last day together took Meg and me on an adventure. That’s what she called our walks when she was little. She…