“What a remarkable way for this land to provide,” Andrew exclaimed after returning with a limit of trout caught the morning of the season’s opener. Accompanied by his eager apprentices, he won us a trout dinner in less than a half hour. Remarkable, indeed. We are so grateful to this land and to the vibrant brown trout who we count
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Eggs – the laying of and the hatching of – have so permeated my thinking these days that I was naturally reminded of this gem of a video, captured a few months after we moved here to the Acres. It’s casually narrated by a 2 1/2 year old Isadora. The hens were not impressed with the intruder, egg-laying-kin or not.
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It all started innocently enough. Errol wanted to go outside; I joined him. He reveled in the fact that he was walking on the lake, frozen like a giant ice cube. I brushed away the snow with the edge of my boot to reveal the ice beneath. That simple act set forth a cascade of events which culminated in the
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Lunches and crayons are packed. Let’s go! Deer tracks! Big ones! A welcome sight, as we’ve seen absolutely nothing of the herd of deer that we normally call neighbors. The one-two punch of a mild winter followed by a dry spring had paved the way for an outbreak of EHD, an insect-born infectious disease that has wiped our our local
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We traveled to Portland, ME this past weekend to mark our 10th year of wedded partnership. (we didn’t make it 10 years by glossing it over as wedded bliss) The kids were left at home as we set off on a mostly-open-ended trip. There need be good food, good beer, good knitting. The rest – ah, well… the rest will
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Pull up a (rocking) chair and take a peek at the fantastic dinosaur museum the kids have set up on this unassuming little porch. It’s quite a show, with all of the specimens being local. The Dinosaur Feet, I’m sorry to say, have been vandalized by an area dog and are not included in the exhibit, but Isadora would like
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The state of our house come Monday morning tells a compelling tale of the weekend past. All of the elements accounted for – you can’t miss them – piling up around the sink, around the laundry pile, glimpsed through the windows, strewn about the yard. Crusty soup bowls flecked with green, for instance, whisper a reminder of the sorrel soup
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The Acres’ young archeologists have uncovered a trove of unusual dinosaur bones. Most notable, perhaps, is the remarkably-intact pair of dinosaur feet found near the compost pile. The collection is currently being prepared for public viewing, though the pair hopes to add even more bones to the display. Public viewing hours to be added soon.
Coincidentally, (or not) this is also Reason #72 for Why Blogging Sometimes Stretches Daily Chores Out An Extra Half Hour. Loosely related is this: the sight of which caused The Mister to ask if I was photographing eggs today. “Nope,” I said. “They’re on the counter arranged like that because Svejk (the pug) knocked over the pail when it was
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The last two Sundays have found us happily engaged in the task of making wood. Bundled up in our most sturdy, warm clothes, we take to the frosty (or disappointingly not-so) air and set about moving wood. There’s sawing and splitting, of course, but the bulk of the task involves moving it – from this pile to that, from stack
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