Tall Clover Farm

I love my old farmhouse. From her moss-covered shingles to her wavy glass windows to her sloping fir floors, I’m smitten and judge not her shortcomings. If there was one wart on her fine countenance, it would be the mud room, an enclosed porch where charm has been buried beneath drywall, clutter and indoor-outdoor carpeting. [...]

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Summer has slipped through my fingers again. Warm days have given way to morning chill, dew lingers well past first light and every branch is a spider trapeze.  Yes, I tearing up. (Photo: Olympic Mountains, Puget Sound: view from West Seattle ferry dock.) Autumn is here and winter will insinuate itself shortly. I must face the the fact that summer is over. Since I have [...]

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Today’s Proverb: He who has fogged-up windows, should quickly check his basement. I woke up this morning on the coattails of a knock-down cold, and thought, “That’s odd, the windows are all steamed up.” Perhaps it was the Nyquil numbing me, but I thought no further of it.  I then noticed that the same was [...]

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