Stone House Scribblings

   We were without internet for a few weeks this fall. On purpose, for several reasons. What is the most real way to say that? We lived without internet?  Or we disconnected our service? I don't know. Anyway, we did. And it was nice. We proved that one can live without internet. Isn't that the… Continue reading Let Christ’s Word Dwell Richly

 Fall is flying away in colored leaves on the wind. Tomorrow they will be picked up and blown through the mulch machine onto the freshly tilled and limed garden. The garden is being tucked away for winter. Let the snow cover and coach the decomposition of leaves to feed next year’s crop of vegetables and… Continue reading One Last Picnic

September opened with us still logging near St Croix Falls. Our swans floated on the algae clogged pond below the cabin as if winter was nowhere in sight. Perhaps they have flown south by now with this snowy cold weather. The brown colored ducks were rafting though, and eating off the muddy bottom. I sat… Continue reading What’s Next?

Beloved season full of color and spice, on the table and in the woods, I love thee.  It is the season of small warming fires in the living room stove for morning coffee time. Yet, children run barefooted in the afternoon sunshine. Evening brings jacket coolness again, ending the day with another fire, this one… Continue reading Fall Is Here

I am dismayed tonight. It is Monday night. Elv is down in St. Croix working while yet it is not too muddy and wet to work. (I was going to say "while yet 'tis day", but of course that isn't true because it is dark out.) And that's my whole point. I'm sitting at home… Continue reading Displaced Person

Dear Mom, In answer to your question on the phone, I write from the couch of the Innsbruck place by the open window. There is the movement of cool, fall air coming in, which I love. Summer can give over now, though it was so short. I love the golden rod and fall asters blooming.… Continue reading Life In The Woods