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.
Truly in the end it does not matter how life’s little battles play out. Some will be won and more than a few lost. We should all be sustained by something greater than winning. Read more
My wonderful wife and I have an interesting life to say the least. This is the story of how it all began.
Four decades ago, a few cows seemed like a good idea.
Those that know me realize that I have lived in a lot of different places. My wife and I have always managed to find something good about each place. However, I truly do love living in the South.
The Blizzard of 2016 might have its birthplace near us, but we are innocent bystanders. Many of us moved here to escape snow.
The air temperature made it to 67F today. Can we actually call that winter? We might as well since we know that winter cannot be far away.
Foggy and 65F brings back memories of life in Nova Scotia http://ow.ly/EVuhH