Just when Tracey had managed to threaten, frighten and charm the FedEx driver into delivering our weekly box of groceries from Home Chef to the front porch instead of the barn, we got a new driver. We found our raw chicken on the ground, below the barn 200 feet from the house, full of ants … More A Spirit Of Discord
By the time you read this, it’s just possible that the massive block of ice created by shoveling snow from our walkway will have melted. I’m not taking any bets. Our personal glacier has been here for two weeks so far. The rain didn’t melt it. It remained defiant during those two hours when the … More Fun With Frozen Things
“You’re just being contrary,” a friend once remarked. “I disagree,” was my immediate reply. Maybe it’s the weather. I’m standing on the back porch waiting for Peaches, who just chased a squirrel into the laurel thicket, to finish conducting her morning business, and it’s so cold that my coffee is starting to ice over in … More Au Contraire
Outside The Box 