Yesterday I canned the plums that I picked up Saturday at the Watertown Farmers' Market . I processed the excess syrup too, because i...

Yesterday I harvested the last of the viable rhubarb and tidied up that garden bed. I cleaned, chopped and measured it, and from there de...

OK. So the new pressure canner arrived yesterday afternoon, and I was psyched. I've been canning since 1978 and have never used a pre...

Today is a day in-waiting for me. It's the kind of day one fills with randomness. A few details were tended to this morning. Cloth...

These past several days have become a blur of reflection and action. The weekend, as folks call it, seemed to fill and flow with the ugli...

This past week has swelled to overflow with love. Love that arrives in the form of reconciliation and forgiveness, friendship and healing...

Today would have been the day that Little Rita moved to Connecticut. It's quite surreal to me, sitting with this prospect, this unrea...

Rita loved springtime. I recall taking rides with her to witness the earliest blooms of the season, cultivated and wild. In Delaware, she...