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T uesday began with a cool drizzle dampening my head as I loaded a few bins into the car before driving the twenty-one miles south to the ...

A fter ferrying a few small things from beach to Oak Hill, today seemed a good time to begin organizing books for shelving that I hope to ...

S omeone down the road is cutting his grass, the not unpleasant sound of the lawnmower echoing through a wall of trees that makes man and ma...

W atering day at the Oak Hill homestead. Last week the rain was enough to freshen everything on this new expanse of 43,560 square feet, bu...

O ut in the country surrounded by birds and the strident hammering of a resident woodpecker. Over the past few days I’ve heard more woodpe...

T uesday saw the wagon train of goods moving once more to the wilds of Oak Hill. Lucky me, four friends wanted to see the house and offere...

M onday came around with me hardly able to climb out of bed. The day after day heavy lifting hit all at once and I came awake with the awa...