For me, being among these ancient trees is a spiritual experience. We had a chance to return to this sacred place over the Thanksgiving break.

This should have been posted in June when I wrote it, but better late than never!

Took the bird house in for the last time. I'll miss this little ritual and the sweet sound of these birds after we move.

I've been making wooden furniture for about a year now. It started out of necessity; I wanted a bookshelf but couldn't find one big enough to house the piles of books we had in what seemed like every room of the house. So a friend and I made a trip to Anderson McQuaid in Cambridge,... Continue Reading →

An ode to books, in rhyme.

Restoring this century old koi pond has been tremendously gratifying, but the real joy is in watching nature take over.

Last night, I sat down on the side porch with an old Gibson tuned to D minor. A rabbit sat in the grass not 20 feet away from me, munching. He must have seen me, but he showed no signs of getting ready to leave. I started to strum, quietly at first. He froze for... Continue Reading →

More exploration of Beaune today. We paid a visit to the central tourist attraction, pictured here, the Hotel-Dieu. In 1443, during the 100 Years' War (who fights for 100 years?), the town of Beaune was just devastated. A kindly citizen of means enlisted a number of artists to and builders to construct a fancy and... Continue Reading →

This post is dedicated to things the French do well. Starting with awesome cars that would never, ever, ever sell in the United States. Then there is the art of Chochon, or pork. This sinister painting adorns the door of a butcher shop. And let's not forget door knobs, which in France are in the... Continue Reading →