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  • Of Trees and Roots and Names of Things

    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…

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  • Entry for April 24, 2007

    The end of winter is like waking up from a long, wearying, troublesome dream. Suddenly we have neighbors again, chatting over the fence; sheets dance…

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  • Finals week

    About 16 years ago when we bought this house, we took out a chain link fence that ran across the front of the yard, and…

  • owie boo boo

    This is my pretty elbow from where I wonked it Wednesday, breaking wood at the kiln site.  Gross, eh? My first thought when I hurt it…