Country Life in Sandwich, New Hampshire
Have you ever heard a refrigerator referred to as an icebox? (It’s a grandma thing.) We have friends who live “off the grid,” independent of public utilities — solar panels for electricity, heating exclusively with wood, and cooling the old … Continue Reading →
We’ve been in the deep freeze lately, with temperatures below zero or in the single digits most of the time. The high next Saturday is forecast to be -10f and the low -20f. Throw in the windchill factor, and we … Continue Reading →
It’s understandable that farmers tend to keep a lot of emotional distance between themselves and animals that are raised for food. If a pig is given a name, it should be “Bacon” or the like. In the past, Booty Family … Continue Reading →
Fall is bulb-planting season, and at Booty Family Farm, that means garlic and lots of it! Well, technically it’s cloves that are planted to grow bulbs. They get started in the cool of fall, take a nap during the cold … Continue Reading →
Last summer, Booty Family Farm produced a bumper crop of corn. Oh, my heavens, so snappy-sweet delicious! This summer, raccoons and bears have been helping themselves to the delectable ears (booo!), but the fruit trees have been virtually left alone, which means … Continue Reading →
Nothing says country on the lake better than a pontoon boat. Ours is our little house on Squam, and we’re quite enamored with it. We started our boat family with a sailboat, a used O’Day sailor that had lovely classic … Continue Reading →
We went without eggs from Booty Family Farm for many months, no thanks to one red-coated rascal. (Read all about him in my post from last summer, “Bad Fox.”) But the squirrels are fat this spring, and extra precautions are being taken … Continue Reading →
The farther out you live in the boondocks, the more exciting it is to receive mail. Our UPS driver is now considered a friend (shout out to Frank who likes to linger and chat), and USPS daily deliveries are practically … Continue Reading →
Steve Bartlett told me that a sign of the sugaring season coming to a close is 50 degree weather and rain. Yup. Sounds like spring in New Hampshire. We were collecting at the Bickford sugarbush yesterday, and Steve told me … Continue Reading →
Little House has come full circle. My first post was Mud Season and Robert Frost, and here we are again in mud season and maple sugaring, which proves that time really does fly when you’re having fun! I’m happy to … Continue Reading →