When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
I guess if there’s news this early summer, it’s that I have learned to capture swarms of bees. The packages above — one mine, and…
When we first got involved, blog, dear, you filled all my needs. I could indulge the lifelong illusion that every thought and half formed notion…
Before I had kids, I did a poet-in-the-schools thing with elementary aged children. I took a hidden tape recorder, and asked the kids absurd questions.…
Totally naked cat. Yikes. The males look particularly silly from behind.