This month, my daughter received a important letter by post…so important, that we took great care to fashion its reply.

This week we gathered around our youngest to sing out Happy Birthday. He soaked in the attention and asked for a slice of pie.

I didn’t like cheese much as a kid and now regret that I didn’t pay more attention to my aunt’s artesian cheese making. Now that goat cheese is a favorite food, I am most fortunate to have local mentors…and they have the enviable support of Antioch College in their farm-to-table endeavors.

Friday night, the thunder that could be heard across the fields of Mills Lawn School and out into the community was no mere storm. It was the soaring music of activism.

For years, an unusual appliance awaits its moment and, this week, delivers on its sunny charm.

We can make a better bargain with farm workers and ourselves by designing a food system that enriches the soil, the farms, the neighborhoods, and the communities it serves.

Stewardship, I have learned, is rooted to the land, the soil under our feet, and embedded under our fingernails.

I venture with the children to explore the inner mysteries of Franklin Park, and the kids show me a thing or two about good instincts, timing, and attention.

Spring erupted during Easter week but was interrupted by snow and a chilling frost. The contrast and its consequence remind us that nature is often ambitious but not always kind.

We pass the time as well as any group of friends can on a beautiful spring day.