For the first eleven years of Ellie’s life, I don’t believe I’ve seen her lie down in the dooryard for more than a minute at a time. And I could count those times on two hands and one of my feet. That’s not hyperbole. Since moving to the Ranch on the Knoll (ROTK in the…
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Left Behind
Remnants, leftovers, discarded, and forgotten; each word, to most folks, represents a negative thought. Washington County, Maine, the undisputed wild blueberry epicenter of the universe, in my mind, has been picked clean of its antioxidant-rich fruit. Almost. Human rakers, sweaty, flesh-covered laborers, are few and far between in the modern era. Sure, on smaller fields…
Proper Screen Doors
It’s Wednesday. With nothing heavy on my mind, besides the general bumps and potholes of life, I perused my pile of pics, hoping for some inspiration. During the morning stroll/scroll, I realized that we’d all been talking about screen doors. Actually, we’ve been talking about the perfect slam and bounce of a proper screen door….
“She’s Some Sturdy”
A couple of years ago, I had the bright idea of having someone that I did not know, nor had ever met, build me a heavy-duty screen door for the camp in the woods. From what I could see in his advertisement, he could do anything. He specialized in ‘custom’ doors. None of it was…
Mrs. Guptill, the Voice of “Charlotte’s Web”
With the overwhelming response from the gallery of goodness, aka the comment section on my Facebook page, regarding the mention of purchasing “Charlotte’s Web” for my granddaughter’s birthday, I waxed nostalgic intermittently throughout a down day at the ROTK in the USA. Maybe I caught something, but it was more likely something caught up with…
The Fawn
Last winter, after a fir tree was dislodged from the ground by wind and weather, I determined to fell it, leaving it to be cut up further, then moved along in the spring. I did saw up the main trunk, figuring to burn it off in the fire pit, but I left the mess of…
No Worries, for a Moment in Time
Something came to mind when I opened my eyes this morning, and maybe you’ve had the same thought. It doesn’t happen every day, but it seems to permeate my gray matter more after a great night’s sleep. It could be that I am the only one, but I’ve found over the years, mostly by listening…
May Musings
While the Son and I pounded out two ten-hour days of camp repairs and revelatory renovations, we had to eat. The kitchen has not been restocked, and the salt in the stovetop shakers has solidified to a level that can only be compared to the final iteration of Lot’s wife in the story of Sodom…
Do the Shoes match the Purs…, I Mean, Wallet?
Those are not my sandals. They came in the mail. They actually fit in our streetside mailbox up here on the knoll; the intended recipient’s feet are not all that big, so that’s no surprise. I sent a message to the Significant One regarding the fact that she’d received mail, and she asked that I…
Mummified
I knew it was a bad idea. I placed the order based on my strong recall of freezing on several overnight missions to the camp in the woods. Typically, that happens when I get lazy and let the fire go out before midnight. Oh, and the fact that the Browning Mummy-style sleeping bag was marked…