Recently, I had the pleasure of meeting a Dorset lamb named Heather and interviewing her in her home on Booty Family Farm. Oh, my. Such a story to tell. Such a lucky lamb! Lichen, the subject of my “First Lamb” post, … Continue Reading →
We’ve had a snowy December and an icy January, but up here in rural New Hampshire, our road crew does a great job keeping roads plowed and sanded. The condition of Mount Israel Road is a certain sign of a … Continue Reading →
There’s something about the confluence of this week’s events that leads me to one conclusion: I need to bake. If I’m feeling blue, firing up the oven and pulling out mixing bowls is my go-to remedy. Even if I’m crying … Continue Reading →
Russell the ram was relocated on Monday, and within an hour of his departure, the first lamb of the year was born. Here’s how it happened… Russell came to Booty Family Farm a couple of years ago. He was a … Continue Reading →
Why all that stuff in the hallway? It’s Winter Change Day! Back when I lived in my first little apartment, I learned the satisfaction of refreshing my surroundings by simply moving the furniture around. (I lived on the second floor … Continue Reading →
At this time of year, holiday cards and accompanying newsletters arrive from friends and family far and wide. Ours still come in the mail (you remember, the mailbox?), but whether your delivery system is snail mail or electronic, those newsletters can … Continue Reading →
Does your herb garden look like this, mostly frozen but with a few signs of life? I cut my basil long ago and made pesto — basil is tender and would not hold up through even a light freeze — … Continue Reading →
Birds nest in the spring, gathering twigs and other treasures to fashion into little homes. (Okay, the Bald Eagle nest on Squam Lake is huge!) Up here in the North Woods, we nest in the fall, stacking firewood in neat … Continue Reading →
At the Sandwich Children’s Center fundraising auction last summer, Todd and I quickly identified the one auction item that we would bid for until the last gavel drop: “Guided Hike with Fred Lavigne.” Not only is Fred a dear family friend … Continue Reading →
For three days in October, our sleepy little New England village is inundated, overrun, invaded, mobbed by thousands of people flocking to the Sandwich Fair, a large country fair that includes a mid-way with rides and fried dough vendors, but … Continue Reading →
