Tag Archives: Maine woods

For the love of woodpiles

  I was standing at a window in the other living room—the room we use so seldom that we are never even quite sure what to call it—craning my neck and peering out between the blinds. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” asked The Mister, a twinkling of amusement and curiosity in his voice. “My woodpile, of course!” […]

Snow on the ground is the great equalizer

People in my neighborhood woke up to a blanket of new snow this week.   My lawn and deck were carpeted with about three inches of the season’s first white stuff.   After waving goodbye to The Mister as he pulled out of the driveway in the dim pre-dawn light, I sat down to my regular morning […]

Yes, I love November!

Most people like to wax poetic over July beaches or April crocuses or September splendor or even the stunning whiteness of February. I don’t deny any of that—I love it too. But unlike most people, I love November. That’s right. I love it. I love its heavy lavender gray skies and bare maple trees and […]