This past weekend was the cranberry harvest at the Carlisle bog. A strange little berry, but it does make for a good photo. Growing up in Massachusetts I took this for granted as a kid and just wanted the harvest to be over. That meant winter was coming and the flooded and frozen bog would become our personal and free skating rink. Learning […]
A swan and ducks on a winter day.
Caught by surprise (a pleasant one) by this morning’s snow storm. Update: Here’s another photo of our barn taken by a local photographer for last week’s paper: http://carlislemosquito.org/index.php/photos
Our house elf lets his hair down with Christmas approaching.
Imagine a small village center with children strolling pathways lit by glowing pumpkins, lanterns, and holiday lights. That’s our Halloween dream.
We have a number of pear trees in the yard, which produce pears we have no interest in eating. We also have a number of deer in the yard (which we also have no interest in eating). A relationship between the two has been established.