Walking, resting and visiting at the Canfield Fair
With the scary hurricanes and scary tornadoes and scary severe thunderstorms swirling all around us, we keep waiting for the other shoe to drop,...
Horseback riding happens after all
Yes! Yes! Yes, I did go horseback riding — not on my exact 87th birthday but 10 days into my 88th year!
I know this...
The history of the Arrel family
In August of 1976, Elizabeth Arrel Thompson and I strolled across her historic 200-year-old Arrel Farm on Arrel Road in Poland.As we walked, bluebirds...
Spring miracles arrive as winter ends
No matter how many Easters, each with The Promise, no matter how many springs, each with its moment-to-moment magic, one never fails to be...
Experience Christmas Eve in 1959
Once again I'm sharing with you my mother's thoughts of Christmas and even though you receive this week's Farm and Dairy on Christmas Eve,...
It’s about time: Spring finally here
Every spring, this column is committed to bring you in poetry the scent of hyacinths as you read once again the advice of an...
On My Mind: Looking forward to reaching summit
Awaiting my morning wake-up call -- Toby knows exactly when 8 a.m. comes -- my mind rambles, and on this morning I reflect on what my imagination can create. (What would we do without a good imagination? It can make or break your day.)
Chilly weather meets a chilling tale
Yes, coaxed forsythia, brought in perhaps 10 days ago, blooms on the kitchen table, brightening however gray the morning and hinting that hopefully King Winter and his minions are retreating.
Fair is here again, thanks to hard work
At last! All the suspense, all the practice, all the preparation and hard work are gone -- well, not really -- and the big...
Does anyone remember Who?
Who remembers Who?And although I didn't plan to write about Who -- the list on the kitchen table on which I jot notes about...
