Fence Posts
No Cause for Alarm
Nov 24, 2020 |Given the choice between a Rolex watch and a 1948 Champion root pulper that weighs 500 pounds and needs sharpening, the burglar is more likely to take the watch.
When The Spirit Moves
Sep 18, 2020 |I often tell my writing students that they are unlikely to get better at writing, but it is possible to get better at not writing.
Trying to be More Like Dexter
Jun 25, 2020 |Dexter wants us to believe he keeps us safe from coyotes, but this is a harmless fiction. The truth is he craves news and gossip as much as any of us.
A Halfway Henhouse
Mar 24, 2020 |Chicken police from the provincial marketing board patrol the neighbourhood in big black Escalades.
A One-Horse Open Sleigh
Nov 22, 2019 |In the haymow I found a red sleigh built by the McLaughlin Carriage Company about 1910, and I took it home to my own haymow 30 miles north where it sat forgotten for another 27 years.
Keeping the Mind Free of Reptiles
Sep 16, 2019 |Science now agrees that changing your mind actually improves brain health.
Retirement Advice for the Self-employed Landowner
Jun 20, 2019 |Age 65 came and went without a gold watch or a cake, or any of those earnest speeches assuring me how much I would be missed.
Champlain Slept Here
Mar 19, 2019 |There was something totally manic about Champlain. He crossed the Atlantic some 27 times without losing a shipmate.
Finding Traction on the Backroads
Nov 20, 2018 |You made up your mind between one or the other when you turned 16 and you drove that make for the rest of your life. If you drove a Toyota into town, as I did, you would be watched …
The View from the Top
Sep 18, 2018 |People seldom bother you when you are up 20 feet painting an eavestrough, just as they don’t come near you when you are beekeeping or forking steamy piles of manure.
Varmints at the Gate
Jun 19, 2018 |Coyotes are like hotel burglars. They won’t force a lock, but if a door is left open, they will slip in and strip the place to the walls.
Retreating from the Retreat
Mar 26, 2018 |For most of the century before I arrived, this old house hosted a parade of smoker-drinker-carnivores who poured Paris green arsenic on their potato plants and thought cleansing of any kind was weakening.