Greetings

As spring creeps up the mountainside to greet us at Vanaprastha, I think about the various ways we say hello and goodbye. A handshake or clasp, palms together as in prayer, a salute or touch, asking, “How are you?” or “Have you eaten?” or in parting, “Until next time”...

Where food comes from

Another weekend outing to Davis Creek Farm found us picking up a half hog, patting the mixed-breed hounds and chatting with young farmer Adam again. “Most people don’t understand where food comes from,” Adam said. “One time I was selling chickens at the Farmers’...

Store or Grow

In the spring of 2010, Keith and I walked the mountain land with our contractor, marking the driveway and house site with an eye towards preserving the venerable oaks of the forest. Our minds envisioned a beautiful completed scene and pondered future projects: a bit...

Turning off the GPS

Last weekend, Keith and I went to Davis Creek Farm to pick up a bulk order of beef from Adam Aucoin. Allowing time for less-than-optimal road conditions, we drove down the mountain, entered the address into the Tom-Tom navigation system and proceeded south down...

I’ve been a good dog

Dear Santa, I was a good dog this year. Every morning, I made sure that Keith and Carole got up early, and I took Carole for her walk. Then I helped with leftovers from breakfast and lunch. All day, I guarded the house, growled and barked at intruders: delivery...