This is one of my favorite poems of all time.

( T. S. Eliot - The Dry Salvages )

One of Barb's coworkers had a windstorm a couple of months ago that took out a lot of his trees, including a number of Black and Honey Locusts. He has offered them to us if we want to come get them out. Hey you nuns, wanna meet the Pope? Locust wood doesn't rot easily and is perfect for certain aspects of boatbuilding. There are at least three ( Read more... )

I seem to have a moderate case of food poisoning. The cheap Chinese place we went to for lunch yesterday has done me in. Who would have thought? I'm fairly shocked, actually, that it would come from a restaurant and not one of our own pots or pans, considering the not-exactly-sterile conditions around here. But I haven't cooked anything since we ( Read more... )