Wednesdays are one of the two days each week on which I trek into Richmond to return to my old world of ballet. My classes begin at 1:30 and end at 6:30, so if I am lucky (and expedient) I am back in the car and on the road home by 6:45. The drive is… Continue reading Glow little glow-worm
Today began clear and a bit cooler than the past few weeks. You know it has been hot when eighty-five degrees feels like a cold front. There was a light breeze and the air lacked the sticky quality we have been swimming through lately. Not a bad day for early August. August is the beginning… Continue reading Another day on the farm
Farm life starts early, and we are not early risers. We have been trying to arrive at the farm each morning by 9am, but if we make it by 10 am we are doing well. Once there, we catch up with whatever work has commenced- in my case, I am usually hanging around the kitchen. Olan… Continue reading It’s not rocket science….but it is a rocket stove.
Some of you already know the story. For the past two years, we had been living in Dorchester, Massachusetts,from where I commuted to my dream job as a teacher at Boston Ballet. We had a terrific condo on the edge of a park, great neighbors and many new friends. Our only son was enrolled in a… Continue reading Moving- the adventure begins.