December skies have a different look to them, or at least they do to me.…
Food for Thought
My Cranberry Crush
The shiny red cranberry, whose blossom looks like the head and neck of a sandhill…
Cold Stove, Warm Fridge
In late September of 1985, I cautiously trudged through cold river water in darkness to…
Emily Post in a Pandemic
Last fall I purchased a wondrous curiosity of a book at the Oxford Fire Company’s…
Popsicles Provide Summer Comfort
As I sit down to write this article, I am enjoying a popsicle my son…
“Time Well Spent,” Part Two
When we are used to buying almost any food we want when we want it,…
Time Well Spent
In mid-March, I wanted to bake a pecan pie and subsequently discovered there were no…
Tomato Season
I have been known to draw attention to those around me, the date and time…
“Where’s the Beef?”
Martha, the Passenger Pigeon, passed away on September 1, 1914 in the Cincinnati Zoo. She…
The Promise of Seeds
Seed company catalogs appear in my mailbox every January and February and it’s one category…