We have shut our inn and winery business, making us one of the millions whose income or job has been lost. We don’t know how long it will take to recover. But we have each other. Like that rope I tied around the chimney, we’re holding on the best we can.
The ultimate harbinger of spring has appeared; I’m not happy. A woodchuck peeking out of my garage window is a sure sign of the changing seasons
The challenges of rural broadband access are becoming quite clear as students and employees shift to distance learning and working from home in response to the COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic.
Our loss is that we need more empathy in this world, not less. That’s the lesson Lisa taught me and the legacy she leaves behind. She’s everything I could have wanted in a sister.
We’re all in this together. So, stop hoarding and start caring. Be strong for yourself and for your family. Be compassionate. Be generous. Be wise.
Quality leather work boots have never been cheap, but my parents knew my brother and I needed them. We usually received a new pair each year.
Unplugging and taking in nature is food for the soul and not something you can get from an app. That’s why farm memories last a lifetime.
Recently, I wrote a column remembering a bitterly-cold Sunday morning “some 45 years ago.” A curious reader helped me fact check my cold weather dates.
One attribute of nearly all farmers is their innate ability to fix things. Now they’re being forced to fight for that right to repair.
Our annual calendar is confusing, but there’s a better way according to Danny Lai, a professor from Hong Kong who came up with a new system, NexCalendar.