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…
Make dilemmonade. Last night the salt kiln’s first firing had to be aborted due to frozen tanks and maybe a short stack, but it was…
A friend read my last blog and gave me a gentle scolding. It sounded to her like I was caving in, backsliding, losing my resolve…
This is the bigger shot of the timeline I talk about below. I have no idea how to do most of the tricks this blog…
Once in a while you hear something so true, so directed to the moment you are living, that it resounds like a bell in your head.…