We came to the dead end of the road, where a slight pull off allowed us to park…

And so it was, that the cold, fall rains began to come in earnest, plastering their slick, icy drops, onto summer's favorite outdoor seating…

My friend and I have a kind of obsession for off road exploring, but the post office can also be a place of adventure…

"I'm pretty sure this is not on their property," I said, hustling us along the woods road, one eye shifting towards the shuttered house on the hill, curtains drawn, blinds down…

The afternoon was crystal blue, draped in stillness, not a breath of wind…

It had been snowing through the night, & wind shook the house all into the next day…

Just another day in January, and I’ve got a lot on my agenda …

Trees frame my world…

I've always thought of it as one of my jobs, and I've had many, to support & guide people towards their own creative process…

We do Christmas differently every year, & the more honesty comes forward as to how we feel, the better we fit with the holiday…

My footing uncertain, I round the back of the barn, up one steep slope of crusted snow, aiming for patches of dirt, already cognizant that coming back down will be harder…

The one lane road used to go thru to the North Branch road, but mostly now it just goes to the Sinclair family Christmas tree farm…

Strange things happen on your birthday, so you have to stay supple…

The air in the house cools down at night, with no thermostat kicking on to moderate change…

People often ask me how long my gardening season goes…

I stepped into the woodshed a little after dawn, to sample the air & examine the snowfall. Nothing scientific; just a gut measure…

It takes a long time to cut geranium stems with a hand tool, on a cold day, if the field of flowers is vast…

The new gardening client, situated somewhere between the Adirondacks & Mt. Mansfield, was more than generous…

The first snow is expected …

We decide to drive in, as far as we can.