It’s the dead of winter. A big storm grazed us this weekend. I pushed a powdery couple inches off the drive, tended to the walks, fed the birds, and retreated to the corner of my warm room to write. The storm went on to grow into a huge nor’easter and pounded the New England states […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 102) Mickey Nails and a Political Rant
I’ve been mostly alone out on Bittersweet for last few days. Lois went to Disney with Heidi and her children. I stayed here and kept the snow shoveled, changed the furnace filters, kept the pipes from freezing, fed the birds, checked the anti-freeze, watched weather reports on the news, and tried to keep alternately wrapped […]
Bittersweet Farm (Number 101) Writing Shorts
A Mild Winter So Far Yesterday there were tracks from birds and deer and racoons in the snow around the bird feeder. I think one of the neighbor cats even sauntered over and nosed curiously around. The other night I came in from a late meeting walking slowly and carefully on the ice and snow […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 100) A Fresh New Year
The new year has begun and we have arrived at a milestone: Bittersweet Farm Newsletter Number 100. I have a new keyboard to work with this year. It was a Christmas gift from all our children and it is a thing of beauty. It has the look and feel of a typewriter. It has raised, […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 97) Thanksgiving Eve
It was Thanksgiving Eve 1987 maybe 1988. We were hosting the family Thanksgiving that year. We lived in a large country house and all the family was coming in to celebrate. Lois had her apron on and the house was warm with light and fragrant with cooking smells. The Methodists and the Baptists in the […]
Bittersweet Farm Journal (Number 96) Old Journals
Since last I sent out a Bittersweet Farm Journal we enjoyed an Indian Summer that reached into November. Along with my regular duties at Bethel I preached at a men’s retreat up north and a camp directors conference. I met some new friends at the conference and I was invited to some new places, a […]