Running (around with) The Goat(s), Part 2: Visiting The Feather

We didn’t expect the goats. Then again, goats are nothing if not unexpected (is that a triple negative or a double?). We had been warned that The Feather was community grazing land and that there were sheep, attack horses and possibly stink-eyed bulls roaming around, but nothing was said about goats. Things were said about…

A Carbonear Root Cellar

For various professional reasons, John and I took a meander out to Carbonear and Harbour Grace today. He needed to stop in and chat with a fellow named Bern Fitzpatrick and I tagged along, not entirely sure what the day might hold. As we left Harbour Grace and rode over the hill into Carbonear, we…

New Life

There are times (some call them “Mondays”) when the world just feels amok. Things happen that could be described as “challenges” and I’m still not convinced that they make me a better person. For instance, the coffee maker, programmed to make elixir at 6:45am, spontaneously exploded and spewed coffee and grounds on the counters, into…