Category: Archeology of Home
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Legume Levity
You know the rhyme about “beans, beans, the musical fruit,…” But do you know that legume levity is not limited to toots and tunes? Today we turn to our favorite upright gardening crop, asparagus beans. We grow heirloom asparagus beans (Vigna unguiculata subsp. sesquipedalis) also known as Chinese long beans, yardlong beans, snakes beans, and…
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Amish Adieu
I mentioned on Friday that our Amish gardeners have wrapped up for the season after six months of caretaking Rosslyn’s gardens, orchards, and grounds. Their cheerful demeanor and their diligent care will be missed, so I bid them a grateful Amish adieu until next spring. To our Amish friends with whom we would struggle to…
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Teak Table Renewal
As a teenager, I spent my summers working at the Westport Marina, first as a dock boy, and later, managing a fleet of rental boats. My coming of age memories are intricately interwoven with my boating and boatyard memories. They overlap. They converge. A recurring narrative during the boating preseason was cleaning, brightening, and oiling…
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Champlaining & ADK Surfing
Sometimes in September, we’re still wakesurfing. Once upon a time we actually continued watersports right until the end of October, breaking ice off of the boat cover, cocooning ourselves in layers of fleece, mittens, and hats… But that hasn’t happened for a few years. So today’s ADK surfing superhero snapshot is, in fact, an illusion…
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Woodchuck Chuck?
Rosslyn’s yards, gardens, meadows, and woods are thick with wildlife. Sure, some are charismatic and mysterious like bobcats and the coyotes. But others are more familiar. Sometimes even mettlesome. I would like to introduce you to Woodchuck Chuck. The photos in this post were actually taken in the summer of 2010, so the Woodchuck Chuck…
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Last Boat Swim
During Carley’s last boat swim of the summer, Susan realized that she’d done such an efficient job of cleaning out the boat to prepare for hauling and winter storage that there were no longer any throw toys for our crestfallen Labrador retriever. Uh-oh. Nary a tennis ball or frisbee. Crisis? Hardly! Master of improvisation, Susan…
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The Nature of Time
We believe that remnants coalesce, that excavation, observation, collaborative accumulation, and artistic practice allow one to wonder-dream into ancient / modern mysteries about the nature of time.
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After Rowing, Retrieving
After rowing, retrieving. A perfect pairing in the eyes of Carley, our Labrador retriever. Fall is upon us, but that’s no disincentive to man and beast from enjoying the still warmish waters of Lake Champlain. I find it challenging to capture in prose or images, but this autumn atmosphere and rhythm lend themselves to the…
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Riley & Icehouse
This evening we’ll glance briefly, obliquely on art, memory, nostalgia, sentimentality, visual narrative, and letting go. First, I’d like to praise artist Annette Gurdo (www.annettegurdo.com) for this beautifully rendered, personally poignant portrait or the Riley in front of Rosslyn’s barns. Thank you, Annie! I will return to the artist and her art soon, but for…
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Sun Puddling
Our Labrador retriever loves sun puddles. Ever since Carley was a pup, she has sought out the sunniest spots for her siestas. Sun puddling, we call it. She’ll reposition herself around the house, the icehouse, the yard throughout the day to ensure that she is snoozing in the most optimal sun puddle possible. Bliss, shear…
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Riley Redux?
Returning to the topic of a beautiful vintage British motorcar that has spent the last decade or so in Rosslyn’s carriage barn. The photo of this evening’s post was taken on August 3, 2019 during a rare out-of-barn outing. My beautiful bride ready to roll in the Riley! Is it time for a Riley redux?…
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Red Sky at Night
Perhaps you’ve heard the adage that begins, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight”? On a recent evening looking west past Rosslyn’s carriage barn and icehouse, Susan snapped this image. Stunning. And confidence inspiring, even for a non-sailor, I imagine. When we see a red sky at night, this means that the setting sun is sending…