Monthly Archive: July 2011

How do I know it’s high sum­mer?  Because in that par­tic­u­lar sea­son, here in Con­necti­cut, our dai­ly ten­nis games hap­pen all too often on the…

It is a hot morn­ing at Red Gate Farm, when all the road is siz­zling, steam­ing, the air thick with humid­i­ty.  Anne’s pond across the…

Sigh of relief.  After nego­ti­at­ing five air­ports suc­cess­ful­ly, I am at Red Gate Farm.  And after an intense­ly hot and sun­ny day spent unpack­ing and…