State of the Homestead

The leaves are transforming golden. Blackbirds gather in their Hitchcock gangs along the fence, in the yard, perched on the beds — all too close to the precious few remaining tomatoes.  The squash vines are starting to die, the leaves an ashen gray. Forest green...

I Gunna Fix You Up!

My friend David recently took a nasty tumble while on rollerskates, causing a spiral fracture of his tibia. He’s been on the couch recovering from surgery for a bit, and needed a pick-me-up. I was on my way out the door for a long weekend with friends and...