Tag Archives: four seasons

Homesteading–chipmunk style

I flipped the page on The Mister’s Northern Woodlands day calendar one-day last month and found myself staring at a diagnosis for my condition. It turns out I’m part chipmunk. “Chipmunks will store as much food as they can, sometimes much more than they could possibly use. They don’t have a stop button.” Right at […]

For the love of woodpiles

  I was standing at a window in the other living room—the room we use so seldom that we are never even quite sure what to call it—craning my neck and peering out between the blinds. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” asked The Mister, a twinkling of amusement and curiosity in his voice. “My woodpile, of course!” […]

Dealing with duds

“Get your duds on!” That was what my mother always said when I was a kid. “Duds” was her word for outdoor trappings—hat, mittens, snow pants, coat, and boots. I don’t know how the word “duds” came to be used in that context. It could have been a then-common phrase that has since gone extinct, […]

Snow on the ground is the great equalizer

People in my neighborhood woke up to a blanket of new snow this week.   My lawn and deck were carpeted with about three inches of the season’s first white stuff.   After waving goodbye to The Mister as he pulled out of the driveway in the dim pre-dawn light, I sat down to my regular morning […]

Yes, I love November!

Most people like to wax poetic over July beaches or April crocuses or September splendor or even the stunning whiteness of February. I don’t deny any of that—I love it too. But unlike most people, I love November. That’s right. I love it. I love its heavy lavender gray skies and bare maple trees and […]

Living on farm time

I have to agree with the Facebook memes I have been seeing lately. One of them is an image of a Native American saying how only the government would cut off one end of a blanket, sew it to the other end, and declare the creation of a longer blanket.   Another popular post is a […]

Glad for a change of scenery–but only for a while.

This is the time of year for wrapping up the harvest, putting the period at the end of the six-week-long sentence during which we sustainable-living types in Maine put up an entire year’s worth of food. That’s pretty astounding, when you think about it. Fifty-two weeks’ worth in just over a month. It crams a […]

Embracing the end of summer

I was out on a quiet walk in the back woods with Honey the Golden Retriever when a sudden loud noise shattered the morning stillness.   We both stopped dead in our tracks, taken aback by the unexpected sound. It took me just a fraction of a second to realize it was the honk of a […]