Notes from Maine - 2025/06/08
I’m sitting on the front porch and suffering from a constant stream of bird invectives. The birds are pretty—they’re sitting on the limbs …
Notes from Maine - 2025/06/01
We had a great week here. My sister and mom came up last Sunday and they leave later on today. The weather in May can call …
Notes from Maine - 2025/05/18
This has been a perfect morning. I can say that now, but in about an hour I might have a different opinion. Albert (dog) and I were …
Notes from Maine - 2025/05/11
My sister called me out last week. I mentioned to her that I ran my last “Notes from Maine” through AI in order to check the …
Notes from Maine - 2025/05/04
The horses (Maybelle, Lilly, and Earl) are all outside. They’re not together in the same pasture, but they’re all outside at the …
Notes from Maine - 2025/04/27
Lilly (the sweet little baby horse) introduced herself to Earl (her father) a few days ago. They’ve met, of course. Earl …
Notes from Maine - 2025/04/06
This week brought the crocuses. In my yard they’re little purple and white flowers—always the first to arrive in the spring. Last …
Notes from Maine - 2025/03/30
Everyone is in the barn this morning. All the horses, I mean. Earl (shire) is alone, eating his twiggy hay. Maybelle (spotted …
Notes from Maine - 2025/03/23
On Wednesday evening, after a long day of waiting, Maybelle (spotted draft) gave birth to a beautiful little filly (pictures below) …
Notes from Maine - 2025/03/09
Our temperatures are above average. It’s already creeping into mud season. When I do my horse chores, I wear a 14” …
Notes from Maine - 2024/09/29
Last Monday, the hay guy called. I like to go into winter with at least 300 bales up in the attic of the barn. It’s not enough to ...
Notes from Maine - 2024/09/22
What happened to September? It’s disappearing rapidly, and suddenly it’s autumn. It’s almost time for my nocturnal horse ...
Notes from Maine - 2024/07/28
Yesterday was stressful. I built the cabinet for the double ovens in the basement and then had to strap it to the dolly, wheel it through …