tractors
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Pioneer Chronicles or More Reasons Why I Don’t Do Camping
Never underestimate a snow storm. I should know this by now. Twenty years at Maywood. We survived the Winter of 1994 when the stream froze and the ground was white with snow and/or ice from Christmas until the first day of spring. We sledded groceries down to the house…when we could get out to get groceries. Continue reading
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The busy beekeeper tries to tuck the bees in for winter
A twenty-five pound bag of sugar is empty in the kitchen. Dinner was delayed because the stock pot of bubbling sugar water was taking up most of the stove space. All of my pyrex casseroles are filled with sweets that we won’t be eating. A five gallon bucket and a paint stirrer are coated with sugar Continue reading
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Little man hands
It was too quiet Friday morning, so I looked outside and saw the little guy working on the tractor with PopPop. From the upstairs window it was just the cutest thing. Then I went outside to inspect closer. Oh my. Grandson was busy at work scraping gunk off the tractor engine. This is a 1952 tractor Continue reading
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There’s hope for snow days…
For all of you who are dragging your weary bodies through this warm, snowday-less winter, hope is on the way. The tractor is not running. Last week, during all those balmy days that were perfect for taking a walker stroll around Hunt Valley Town Center, the tractor was running like a charm. Smooth as silk. Of Continue reading
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Comfort
“Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” So said Robert Frost. A grandparent’s home, that’s where you go when you don’t want to go home. A grandparent’s home is where they roll out the red carpet. If you’re really lucky, your grandparents live next door to your Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 