Steven says the heron is hunting frogs. We see it in our newly mowed field some distance away, while we pick the last of the grapes from...

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything for our blog. This might turn into a yearly thing, rather than a regular way in which to...

April 9, 2021 Spiky, brown and orange, we cut hardened canes from cordons -- what to me -- look like king crab legs. We throw the...

December 12, 2019 This morning at 12:12 a.m., on December 12th, Ketch, our Standard Poodle, and I, got up to see the full moon. I was...

August 21, 2020 We won't know until the afternoon that Steven has Salmonella poisoning, rather than the Covid-19 virus. Ryelyn, our...

August 21, 2020 Time transports us and transmutes us miraculously at any give moment, hours later even, we can see clear to another...

September 1, 2020 It will always be a bittersweet memory, the days my mother came to spend time with Steven and me at our home during...