The sound at 3:00 AM is an intimate kind of magic, a whisper of nature that crests over the quiet of the night. It’s a gentle murmur that beckons from the hills above the pond, where a new little creek has taken shape, weaving its way along the hay...

A neighbor has taken to lying in the road.This is the second time in two days I've caught her doing that. It's unnerving.I saw her while I was clearing my fence lines. Been using my 12" chainsaw and two loppers, perfect for the job. It's unbelievable how many feet...

As fear and overwhelm swirl around our ankles and rise like floodwater filled with broken things that were once shelters, bridges, and landscapes, I am tempted not to post (or is it repost?) the documentation of the destruction. Because it seems we are being forced to make the choice to...

It's a stormy morning, mighty thunders in a blackened sky. In bed with two sweet dogs across from the painting of the faceless cowboy on the bucking horse bought a hundred years ago in La Crescenta from the woman who peed in her wheelchair. Her shop was a narrow...

A cup of coffee with two dogs, black and yellow ankle up, thinking about the day. Stumped around outside first thing on wonderfully cold wet grass and leaves, up the hill only a little because it is Molly's first day in this wild place and she does not yet...

It's the morning after the first show. It was enormously successful, and I'd like to share some of my personal glamorous bits because I do lead and always have led a personally glamorous celebrity existence. I discovered the maid or the assistant or my butler or my driver had not...

Sitting in bed and feeling guilty about it, but it is nearly the ending of my visits and a day of nothing to do but packing and a dinner party tonight, so I'm going to write about gardens and food again, and I'm sorry, but I have to. Yesterday we...

Reprinted with permission.Yesterday, while I was at the kitchen sink, I could see Jack nosing at something in the cut grass in the barn pasture. I called him to the house, and then an hour later he was at it again, so I went to see what he was...

Last night, for the first time in all the years I've lived on this farm, I saw fireflies already in the trees. In April. I never knew they came this early. Only one, then another, then not another. I thought it was a star through the clouds but it was a firefly rising.  Then...

A couple of days ago, as the weather made a sudden hard turn into Spring, I finished slow-poking my favorite garden fork into the weedy mess of my potager as the sun went down, heard flapping, looked up, and saw them settling in one of the big walnut trees...