A Rumination on Trees

Knees quaking, I recited that famous first line, “I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree” penned by Joyce Kilmer and delivered at an Arbor Day school assembly some five decades ago.

Won’t You Buy My Eggs?

Robert Mueller of West Suffield tells four interested visitors about the small, multi-colored eggs his quails produce, which he was selling at the Suffield Farmers Market on January 28 in the Suffield High School Commons.

See How They Run

A family of mice have taken up residence in my potholder drawer, no doubt as a result of my lackadaisical housekeeping and drafty old hovel that I call home.