When Will the Horror End?

Two glorious days of real spring weather and we are all getting a little giddy. I’m spontaneously bursting into song, the turkey hen making come hither eyes at the toms, and even the horses are laying around in the sun. The Little Ouse River, normally so sluggish us locals call it the Little Ooze…

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The Dawning of the Age of Asparagus

Meanwhile, back in Peterborough County, winter has settled in for an extended engagement until mid-June, approximately, because we’re all enjoying it so much. The snow, which ought to be gone, or nearly so, stretches across the fields, an infinity of tiresome whiteness. No one can remember so much snow on the ground this late in the year… Continue reading