September 17, 2018
Well, let’s see. It’s been a few weeks since three baby squirrels – well, one very small baby squirrel – showed up… and then brought her stoopid brothers. They were really small… no really. Like, they didn’t even have puffy tails and looked skinny to me. Hang on…. Yes, see? That’s Janet, taking a drink from... Read more...
September 15, 2018
We’re looking at boats. I’m going to have to ask you to hold your tongue on this one. No, seriously. Because I have learned that, just as with announcing a pregnancy or rare illness or the fact that I don’t ski (again, please hold yourself back)… I proclaim these things, and then there is The... Read more...
September 01, 2018
This morning, after putting out food and fresh water at the newest incarnation of Dingle Diner (and announcing that breakfast was served), only little Janet showed up. And I got worried. I don’t begrudge the local owls, hawks, eagles, osprey, and the like their own breakfasts, lunches, nor dinners, but… well… but. Would you please, if... Read more...
Rachel Carson, A Sense of Wonder
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More