Isn’t it good, Northeastern (WI) wood?

Isn’t it good, Northeastern (WI) wood?

Saturday afternoon, three months after we carefully and unanimously selected her to bring her fresh, festive, pine-scented self into our cabin, we returned our sweet little Christmas tree to the woods from which we'd plucked her. Owing both to her own fortitude and to our cabin's low-set thermostat, she did not drop a single pine [...]

Fonferek’s Glen

Fonferek’s Glen

A park bench told me the story of Fonferek’s Glen, as much as its age-old dolomite cliffs, charming waterfall and whimsical name. Dedicated to a young woman named Julia, the bench held two bunches of dying flowers when I saw it Monday afternoon. They might have been left as a tribute to her, a baker [...]

Happy 55 to the man who loves to drive

Happy 55 to the man who loves to drive

My husband turns 55 today, the perfect age for a man who loves crazy long road trips, respects all posted speed limits and monitors the stop signs outside our house with such Barney Fife-like intensity he scares drivers who dare to roll through. "Did you see that?" he'll ask me as he shakes his fist [...]