If you’ll recall, one of the first things I wanted to change about our house when we moved in was the drab old 1970’s fireplace. Ideally, we would reface it, but that’s a more expensive project for some future year. Instead, we took everyone’s...

Our backdoor neighbors never picked the apples off of their tree and they hang tantalizingly close to our fence. I think that I should make friends with them so that I can pick their apples next year – maybe in exchange for some of our cherries and...

Sometimes I get so busy living that I don’t have time to write about it. I’m okay with that. The parts I want to remember from last weekend are the parts with candy canes and hot chocolate, streets lined with luminarias and a gazebo glowing with...

  We had a very lovely weekend ended with rides on my little brother’s new horse, Wy. She was tolerant of our rookie riding for only so long and then she kept walking us over to the gate in hopes that we would dismount and leave her to her grazing....

From October through around April I bear a strong resemblance to Bob Cratchit. Just peek  in on me any given day when I’m at home and you’ll see me wrapped in a blanket, hovering over a candle, vainly attempting to extract warmth. And like the...