Saint John River valley

    Winter looks different in the country. As our truck broke the crest of the long snow swept driveway, what lay before…

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

Life is bursting everywhere I look. The farmer next to us was surprised to learn that the gelding he was boarding for…

I was supposed to be getting ready for friends coming to dinner. Instead the sun pulled me out into the pastures. I…

Christie and her children Mallory and Connor came for their annual summer visit. It seems like just yesterday that they were babes…