I try to make at least one post a year on this blog. Typically, around new years, to reflect on the year that’s passed. This year, it didn’t quite work out that way, but hey–– better late than never, right? 2025 has been a whirlwind. I can’t quite believe that…

“2023 was a nothing year” This is a phrase I kept finding myself saying as the year came to a close and the new one began. I feel like it’s not quite accurate, but I can’t think of a better way to put it. When I say, “2023 was a…

Sometimes, I write my yearly reflection in December, as I process the year behind me and ready myself for the new one. Other times, when the year’s end is chaotic and flies by in a blur, I find myself pushing it off further and further. I guess I wasn’t sure…

The sun is rising outside my window right now. I can spy the peak of Mount Sugarloaf from here, and all around my neighborhood farms lay dormant, sheltered with cover grass or hay in preparation for the coming year. The valley is cold, but it is alive and awake, just…

It’s not very often that I wake up early enough to see the sunrise. Once in a blue moon I stay up late enough that the dawn greets me, but that is an equally rare occurrence. I have always loved the atmosphere of mornings, though my body is not so…