Bucolic meadow on a cloudy day with low mountains in the background

Sunday Almanac: Four Rainy Days in Mills River, NC

That is the bucolic landscape my son and his partner awaken to every morning from their new digs. That white strip in the distance is not a river, as my mind’s eye kept trying to make it, but the plant clotches farmers use on immature crops. Part of the appeal of their move here was in fact the landscape and the promise it’ll never change, … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: Four Rainy Days in Mills River, NC

Henry-the-Hound with a blanket stuck on his back

Sunday Almanac 5.3.26: Dog Days Are Fun

Not when it’s 85° outside and your HVAC system quits. We’re not even there yet, not even close to the Dog Days, so named for the constellation Sirius and the ancients’ belief it contributed to drought and madness, goes the lore. Those days are still months away. Aside from the sweat-inducing heat upstairs in this house, up in the loft where I work my full-time … Continue reading Sunday Almanac 5.3.26: Dog Days Are Fun

Henry-the-Hound comically asleep with his head hanging off our leather armchair

Sunday Almanac: It Is Good to Be Home

The season has changed and suddenly I find myself anticipating the holidays. I am the first to condemn the world for jumping the gun on every ‘Hallmark’ holiday, to thumb my nose at Halloween swag on store shelves in August and Christmas décor in October, and so this mood is unusual for me. I offer only the paltry excuse that a sense of nostalgia settled … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: It Is Good to Be Home

Fallen Tree Farm Bed & Breakfast Carlisle, PA

Travelogue: We Three Land in Carlisle

Cross the Mason-Dixon line driving north through Virginia (and a small, weirdo finger of West Virginia) and you enter Pennsylvania’s topographically interesting southern reaches, with the Appalachians all around, and the northernmost outpost of Krispy Kreme Donuts in Scranton, home of the fictitious and also delicious Dunder Mifflin. It is what we did Monday afternoon, arriving at Fallen Tree Farm near Carlisle well before nightfall … Continue reading Travelogue: We Three Land in Carlisle

Henry-the-Hound on the fireplace hearth

Sunday Almanac: Introducing Danger Dog

Maybe he doesn’t speak English, my son observed roughly three weeks ago, just after we invited one smallish hound (think mid-sized two-door sedan) into our family. Get over here, please, stat, I beseeched him, and thankfully he and his BFF complied, driving the five hours from Asheville and arriving on a Sunday night. They spent several comical hours trying to address the dog in various … Continue reading Sunday Almanac: Introducing Danger Dog