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And now your Agricultural Report from Babs Young

June 5, 2014


Babs Young has been out and about in the Township paying attention to growing things.  She found strong evidence that there will be excellent–and local–treats for us to eat this summer. Earlier in the spring, you will recall, that was by no means a sure thing.  On May Day the orchard was bare.  Babs wrote: […]

Spring chores, in which the Cowboy is shorn and the Owl reappears

June 4, 2014


We have been busy around the Writing Studio and Bait Shop, on the theory that when things fall apart that we can’t fix, we should find something we can fix and do that. Excellent.  We can wash windows and screens.  We have a lot of windows and screens, and three sets of sliding glass doors.  We set to […]

I say spring arrived on May 18

June 3, 2014


It certainly wasn’t very springlike on May 2, when it snowed.  The snow melted practically as fast as it landed, but that was probably because I threatened it with a welding torch.  It wasn’t very springlike on May 5, when plenty of ice bobbed about in the Bay.  It wasn’t even our ice.  It was the ice from […]

The Torch aflame

April 28, 2014


A fair number of blue waters in the North Country are named Torch Lake or Lac du Flambeau. We trace the name to fishing by torchlight in the times before these times – the days of endless forests of tall pines and canoes paddled by Anishinaabe and Metis voyageurs. We imagine the torches flickering in […]


April 27, 2014


I have just discovered truthiness. The word, not the concept. I gather most of you have known about it since, oh, 2005 or so, but I heard the word for the first time on the radio yesterday. The concept, if not the word, has been part of my analysis of Unfortunate Contemporary Discourse for a […]

Invisible Birds in the Mist

April 24, 2014


We have had some welcome warmer days recently. The ice is melting on the Bay and on the lakes and sliding off the roof. It rains a little each night, the mornings are misty. The birds are invisible. Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I were on our favorite woods trail when I heard a barking […]