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We discovered ice.
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...
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Eggs of another sort
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...
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Spring Sprung, Exhibit C
“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...
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Have camper, will travel…
…back in time. Was it March when we acquired this gem of a popup camper? I think so. Sporting a color palette that was all the rage in 1995, the year of its birth, this deluxe model Starcraft has...
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Fledgling Wren
If ever you find yourself with an opportunity to hold in your hands a tiny, just-fledged wren, I do hope you’ll take it. It is the second year in a row that we’ve had the chance. Small miracles they...
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Field Trip to Devil’s Lake
It was weather that couldn’t be argued with. By 10 am, we were out the door and on the way to whatever adventure we could scare up. There were a couple of necessarily-firm discussions about...
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A fraction of the barn has reassembled.
As a woodshed. How is it that barnwood weathers the passing of time with such grace and beauty? Such integrity it has, though more of it is philosophical than structural at this point. Perhaps it is...
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Wooden Weekend
If you spot Andrew or I moving about like we’re wearing wooden underwear today, it’s because we spent a good portion of the weekend filling our shed with wood, making sore muscles. Because it won’t...
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Let me tell you about Galena.
Given the crabby nature of that last post, it was clear that we needed to get out of Dodge for a while. Stash the kids with their grandparents, head South. So we did. To Galena, IL. Perched in the...
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You just never know what you will find.
Just this morning Leila scared up this brilliant bird, a Brewster’s Warbler, as best we can tell. It hung around only long enough to rest its legs and allow us a few photos and some gentle caresses...
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