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…
This was my most ash-blasted pot, right from the firemouth.
I laid the biggest amphora on its side, right inside the firebox. I put it on seashells I picked up in Florida (which instantly froze…
After my last post, Iput away the laptop. It was dark, and cold, and I had short of spent myself on blather for the evening.…
No, you don’t need to adjust the brightness of your monitor. It doesn’t get any lighter grey in Northwest Ohio/Southeast Michigan in March.