You can walk & walk and not find your path as happened to me one day not long ago in a land called Vermont…

I don't know how other people who have to work are coping…

I was headed to a job over the mountain to save an old rose bed overrun by grass…

A drizzly day and an uneasy quiet in the hills of springtime Vermont…

I open my eyes upon waking to one final magic trick from the Snow Queen and another day alone burning the last of the firewood…

They call it 'walking the plank' but the challenge depends on which century you were born into…

Reporting from the trenches. Out in the leaf mold, observing the seeping headwaters feeding what you may eventually be drinking, I see that life here is also in lock down.

I feel compelled to say something about the mass hysteria I'm seeing on Facebook…

It took a couple hours at the piano today, to match up what I know emotionally to the technical ability of my fingers…

I know, it's just a well. There's water in it, and a bunch of microbial activity. This is planet earth, which supports many lifeforms…

When you look up and realize you've been working nine hours straight, something's probably going right…

Sometimes it takes a chainsaw to get the job done; note to self…

There are some activities that keep you alive…

Thank goodness I don't have to "social distance" from my rake or my apple trees or plywood stacked behind the barn…

Walking ain't bad…

Carrying my snow shoes on a strap over my shoulder, ice cleats in my camera bag "just in case", I set out into the woods to see what's going on…

Far, far away, in a land called "Killington" there was a ski slope…

Pretty much the same elevation, but couched within national forest that reaches up to the spine of the Greens…

Like everyone else, I want to remember how good things can be, when you didn't necessarily think they were…