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‘Tis the season

‘Tis the season

Deer season, that is.  In honor of  this momentus time of year, Joe the Skinner wrote a poem: Fall is come, Yellow leaves are here. Downstaters come with their 24 packs of Budlight Beer and their big guns to shoot that 2 point deer. Oh yes, fall is here.   Fact is,...
Yeah sun!

Yeah sun!

Oh, has November in northern Michigan ever been nice.  My Canadian aunt has been listing the things she’s still enjoying fresh from her garden.  Our own garden has been producing little bits yet.  I’ve gotta cook up some pumpkins and squash that got a bit...
A Grand Lady

A Grand Lady

This week we are waving our last goodbyes to a grand old lady.  I’m not so sure about the last goodbye part–she will live on in the lives of those of us left behind–goodbyes are messy like that.  I don’t know that it’s right to think of...
Wealthy us

Wealthy us

It’s a gray, yucky day here on the farm.  We’re ready for some liquid sunshine in the form of the cod liver pills we take through the winter.  There’s a nasty cold (maybe flu?) going around, closing schools (except for those fortunate children who...

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