There And Back Again

Have I mentioned that I’ve been stupid busy lately? I was certain I had, but… you know. Memory. Goldfish. Mad Cow. Mooooo. Regardless, I haven’t yet forgotten I’m supposed to be writing something here from time to time. Let’s see… my last post was written while still at sea, making for Glacier Bay National Park in Alaska. Made it. Got the pictures to prove it, at least some of which you can find on Flickr, and more of which I have still to sort through, as I’m still in the habit of taking several dozen photos for every one that I might want to keep. On this trip I averaged more than 1100 photos a day. (I was an English major, you do the math.) Alaska was one stunning vista after another, interspersed with too, too touristy ports of call and some of the most lovely sunny, warm days I’ve experienced this year. After telling folks for weeks that I was leaving for Alaska to escape Vermont’s chilly spring weather, nobody was more surprised than me (and maybe several thousand sun-burned Alaskans) to discover that was true. All in all, I think the tribe of extended family and friends enjoyed themselves, and Mom & Dad well and truly were moved by our celebration of their 50 years together. And if they try to deny it, we’ve got video to prove it. Meanwhile…  more recently I’ve: Made an offer on the quintessential Vermont homestead, which the seller subsequently withdrew from the market. Our string of real estate misadventures continues unabated. Upped the fitness routine to 60-90 minutes, most every day....
It’s Getting Scary Out There

It’s Getting Scary Out There

The maple trees are throwing off their scarlet leaves much like our old golden retriever shakes off the rain after a walk in the wet. The smoke-tinged breeze has a bite to it that wasn’t there just a week or two ago. It’s the season, all right… but if you hurry there’s still time enough. Time enough for jumping in piles of fallen leaves, raking them up and running and jumping again. Time enough for getting pumpkins and squash and just-picked apples at the farm stand down the road (and don’t forget to claim your organic, free-range and thoroughly mollycoddled turkey for the upcoming holidays… just a few left don’t you know). Time enough to check your firebox and flue, maybe put a match to the first fire of the season. Time enough to carve a pumpkin or two or three. Time enough to have a sip of fresh-pressed cider with your  walk in the woods. Time enough to do those things that shouldn’t wait. Time enough… but don’t put it off. Don’t wait. Not this time. Now, the best part of pumpkin-carving: Toasted Pumpkin Seeds Seeds from one just-carved pumpkin (carving a political message is optional). About two cups. 2 Tbls butter. Yes… butter. Butter is better. Butter browns. Salt n’ pepper to taste. Spread seeds from pumpkin in sheet pan, mopping up pumpkin juice and any remaining stringy bits with a kitchen towel. (Paper towels work fine.) Melt butter and drizzle over seeds. Mix throughly to coat. Sprinkle with salt (I prefer kosher salt) and pepper. Roast in 350 F. oven for about 15 minutes. Stir. Give...

Solsticity

If Autumn weren’t so lovely, we’d complain bitterly about her theft of Summer’s golden days. Her touch is, however, so subtle… and besides, she brings such an endearing dowry — jewel-ripe, gold and ruby apples; crimson sugar maples, drunk on their own sweet sap; the pungent fragrance of woodsmoke and smoldering leaves — it’s easy to forgive Winter’s blushing, youthful bride her trespass. Which is all a florid way to note that I’ve started posting my Autumn 2008 photos on...
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