Author: Geo Davis

  • Spring Equinox

    Spring Equinox

    Are you prepared for the start of spring? I hope so because, ready or not, here she comes! At 11:06 PM this evening, to be precise, winter will end and springtime will begin as we celebrate the 2024 spring equinox. I find that spring’s arrival rarely follows a predictable schedule. Each year unique. And, in…

  • Homeness: Sea Urchin Test

    Homeness: Sea Urchin Test

    Good afternoon. And fair warning: if you’re the linear, A-to-Z, plot-perfect type, then today’s post should be skipped. Rest assured there are more “homeness” posts in store to explore notions of home, tidier essays and poems crafted with an identifiable trajectory rather than patchwork posts like today’s scrapbook-y mashup. If you’re curious and comfortable with…

  • Trepidation & Resolve

    Trepidation & Resolve

    “Always do what you are afraid to do.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson I return this evening to an end of January post about facing fear. I envision a more reflective, more considered meditation on Ralph Waldo Emerson’s words. I’m considering courage, a deliberate choice to eschew fear and anxiety, to plunge into a new adventure,…

  • Oh, Possum, Opossum

    Oh, Possum, Opossum

    One year ago an opossum sighting, an opossum photo, and an opossum poem. A familiar chain reaction fueling a familiar runaway post. The photo never made it into the post, and the poem — albeit a preliminary push, unready for prime-time — was buried in a morass of words more focused on Carley, our Labrador…

  • Lakeside Staircase: Cut Stair Stringers

    Lakeside Staircase: Cut Stair Stringers

    Today we return to Rosslyn’s waterfront for another installment on the slow-and-steady lakeside staircase rehab. Glen and Tony have begun to cut stair stringers, the structural underpinnings that underpin a stout repair to the most needy element of the previous build. If you missed the previous installments, you may want to start out with these:…

  • Placid Lake Day

    Placid Lake Day

    Ah, moments like this. A placid lake day inspiring a seasonality sing song. Lake Champlain’s surface silky smooth, disrupted only by the wakes of paddling Canada Geese. Temperatures warm enough to tempt daydreams of spring despite dipping temps (and possibility of precipitation) next week. Bluebird dome above — with just the faintest whisper of cloud…

  • Icehouse Salutation

    Icehouse Salutation

    It’s remarkable (and profoundly gratifying) to remember this icehouse salutation to Pam a year ago. Bundled up on the still undecked deck, in front of the still uninstalled French doors and windows, overlooking the still unlandscaped terrace (sans stone walls, stone stairways, and stone pavers), and daydreaming about the still unplumbed and notably absent hot…

  • Whiteout, Wife Out

    Whiteout, Wife Out

    Preparing to share the backstory of Susan’s commitment to our wild, winged friends (and he taste for adventure…)

  • Sugaring Season

    Sugaring Season

    I’m remembering the year my brother and gathered sap and boiled it down over an open fire to maple syrup more than a decade ago. Hour after hour, day after day, emptying buckets, hauling buckets, stoking the fire pit with logs to keep the syrup boiling, but not boiling over. Though more than once we…

  • TMB March 10, 2008

    TMB March 10, 2008

    Let’s follow up last Friday’s “take me back” post — a glimpse at the pre-addition west and south elevations — with another time warp, this time to March 10, 2008. In the spirit of recent retrospective posts remembering early days at the outset of our Rosslyn adventure, I offer you a chillier, snowier version of…

  • Coyote Pup

    Coyote Pup

    On May 7, 2022 at 11:43 AM friend and wildlife steward John Davis made this video of a coyote pup playing in a brush pile in Rosslyn’s wildlife sanctuary. One of several he witnessed denning near Library Brook, I resisted the temptation to post this at the time in order to protect the location of…

  • TMB March 8, 2007

    TMB March 8, 2007

    Flashback seventeen years to the first winter of discouraging setbacks as we tried desperately to advance our dream of revitalizing this old house into our new home.