The roots and branches of an old oak tree

The roots and branches of an old oak tree

My daughter Katherine got married this summer under an old oak tree, a logistical, meteorological and dendrological triumph. I don't know much about trees, but I do know the one Katherine has had her eye on since she was a child is very, very old. I worried it might not live long enough to preside [...]

Alive Alive Oh!

Alive Alive Oh!

I'm wrapping up my series of posts about our family trip to Ireland with Dublin, the last chapter of an epic adventure. Our stops along the Wild Atlantic Way exhilarated all of our senses. I will, for instance, always remember the bowl of mint pea soup I ate at an unassuming roadside tavern overlooking both [...]