It was long ago in 1971, when we gathered for American Thanksgiving on the shores of the Bay of Fundy in a farm house that had been standing for over two hundred years. Most of the people in the picture are no longer in my life but those that are still connected are treasures. Read more at this link.
Many people have asked me how I ended up farming in New Brunswick. It is a fair question. I did not grow up on a farm. I went to a military school in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and got my undergraduate degree from Harvard where I studied mostly Colonial American History. I am sure it drove my mother crazy but it was something that I needed to do.
“But if we were not going to be lawyers what would we be? There could be only one answer. You had to go back to land to find yourself. It was only there that you could sort out what was good and bad. There you could find out what was important and how to live life the way it should be. That the roads had turned back to dirt was a good thing.”
Read more at YEARS ON THE FARM.
It seems that I have finally lost even those places that I could retreat to in my imagination. The COVID19 crisis and the mass shooting in Nova Scotia have stripped away those places that have anchored my psyche for most of my adult life. Now there is no place to run. Read more here.
Leave it to the weather to make you humble. We are used to warm weather so this January 2018 snowstorm that is sticking around is an unusal event for us. Read more at this link.
My wonderful wife and I have an interesting life to say the least. This is the story of how it all began.
There are parts of your life and people that have a huge impact on the person that you become. I like to think that my life has turned out well because of I what I learned from my mother, Boys Scouts, military school, college and during the years that I raised cattle in Canada. Read more…
Four decades ago, a few cows seemed like a good idea.
Many people believe that it is impossible to be ethical and successful. I disagree. Read more here.
Winter is usually pretty nice to us but we do have to work our way through a month or so of it. Of course a winter day to us is one when the temperature does not get above 50F. Read more here.
Foggy and 65F brings back memories of life in Nova Scotia http://ow.ly/EVuhH
Our technological infirmity 