For someone who doesn't really like to bake, I seem to do an awful lot of it. Four loaves of s ourdough bread every ten days or so, oc...

Courtesy of Linda Ronstadt * Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me Oh these boys won't let me be Lord have mercy on m...

My sister has been here since Sunday. She came to meet Poppy, see the boys (and me, I suppose, but at this point I always consider myself t...

I fiiiiiinally got to the small grocery store in the village on Thursday, and even more amazing, the produce was actually decent. This is...

I sometimes joke in the summer and fall that we're working on our winter provisions . It's only half a joke, though, because ther...

There is no denying that my baby dog Mia is old. She's almost twelve, which is not young for any dog, but is particularly advanced in ...

On Saturday, the boys made snowmen. It was all very classic and wholesome, and of course, required carrots for the snowmen's noses. T...