I’ve not seen son, Josh, or daughter-in-law, Emily, in many, many months. He is currently assigned to support a Canadian Air force project within a few hours of Niagara Falls….

So long, it’s been good to know you🎼 BY the time leave here, early on Oct 26, I will have spent 14 of the most recent months 19 here. Willow…

Millie and me, morning sun at our back, comfy in our cart, trundling toward our daily routine.

Last year, my pal Ronnie Spradlin sent me an umbrella hat. As intended, it keeps my hair dry, affords a measure of shade and provides entertainment for our campers here…

With a sky as clear as a Marilyn Horne aria, our warmth is fleeing quickly. The weather professionals are predicting temperatures in the mid- to upper-30s with a frost advisory…

Here in the Allegheny River watershed, in the land of Johnny Appleseed, a spring profusion of apple blossoms promises a limb-bending crop… if we can dodge a late frost.

The hardwoods — oak, hickory, birch — are budding out. Blooms linger on the wild plums. The hills show muted shades of early green. The osprey circle above the lake…

I know… no pix or it didn’t happen. But I’m telling you… Today, my friend Ron Bradley took me over the ridge, down through the creek bottoms and up the…

My day Mid-way through my post-prandial stroll with Millie this evening, I watched a beaver paddling serenely across a sluggish crook in Willow Creek. It occurred to me that today…

For her first total solar eclipse, Michele stood beside Willow Bay with eclipse tourists from New York, New Jersey, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Maryland, District of Columbia and even North Dakota….