Cider pressing

With the help of friends and children, I press the cider from the orchard. I make no effort to mix the juice so it varies from very sweet to pretty tart bottle to bottle. The day is beautiful and my only regret that covid keeps more people from sharing the sun is glows, the wind…

Still Life. With Tractor.

It seems like half of land ownership is making do with the tools on hand. The the small lawnmower broke down the week I finally got a “Bush Hog” for the tractor so I can quit using the lawnmower for work beyond its intended purpose in the. Good used tractors are in short supply this…

The Beekeeper’s Honey

It should be a joke; along with the mechanic’s car, the carpenter’s house, the preacher’s kids, but food is different. There is an inherent delicate quality; floral and rich with umami with fresh foods. Over the years I have been part of a lot of food production from commercial fishing in Alaska to goat milking at Harmony…

Winter Morning

Low winter sun long shadows cast, Cuts through the Valley fog, Frost like snow upon the grass, And the sheep bleating for grain, Their work is in pastures below, So to my labors must I depart, The coast range glows gold and green, But in darkness I will return until, The longer light of spring.

The long view.

My intent with this blog was to keep my politics elsewhere. I talk about it enough that I wanted a safe haven from it. Safe havens however are few and far between; neither schools nor churches are safe anymore and I don’t see why this space is any different. So let’s get some hip waders…