We were in Seattle on vacation when I got the call. A summer storm, a series of microbursts, and the 100 year old black walnut tree in our back yard was uprooted and fell on our tenants’ roof. It was … Continue reading
November has its own beauty. Shafts of bright sunlight on grey barns and empty fields. Yellows and browns of the few remaining leaves on the grey and brown capillary branches of maples, dark pines and dark clouds and a slate … Continue reading
Thirty two years ago, I woke up on September 1st on my first day in Amherst. Who knew I’d never leave?