Microclimate of the Crystal Palace

When I quit my job after more than a decade as a trial attorney to move my family to rural Maine and focus on a life of reduced cost, reduced consumption, and more focused living, I had the same conversation on loop for about three months. I would tell a contemporary about my plans, maybeContinue reading “Microclimate of the Crystal Palace”

The Velvet Headphones of a Snowy Day

Well, as predicted, the storm was a comin’, and everything is largely shut down. School is cancelled, meaning we have a house full of stir-crazy children while adult obligations persist unfettered. In my youth, the snow day was a cherished event, an unscheduled reprieve from the monotony of school. An entire day to play outside,Continue reading “The Velvet Headphones of a Snowy Day”

Storm’s a Comin’

Everyone in Maine loves the weather. Now, I don’t mean we’re always thrilled with what it’s actually doing at any given moment, but everyone is gleefully consumed by the general concept of weather. Due to the various atmospheric properties of this part of the country, and unlike other places I’ve lived, the State of MaineContinue reading “Storm’s a Comin’”

Staying Warm

One of the most common misconceptions I hear about Maine is that folks seem to believe that six months of the year, we live in a frozen hellscape with murderously cold temperatures. The truth is, much of Maine is actually pretty temperate by winter standards, particularly the coast which benefits from the warming effects ofContinue reading “Staying Warm”

The Vagaries of Old Maine Deeds

In the last ten years, a maelstrom of improbable events dictated that I buy and sell three different houses. Two were in South Florida, and the third is our current home in Maine. While South Florida has its own (exceedingly plentiful) real estate issues, the property descriptions and deeds are at least relatively straightforward. ParcelsContinue reading “The Vagaries of Old Maine Deeds”

10 Chickens? What’s that all about?

Well, there’s a story. The wife and I knew something needed to change, and a plan had started to form. We were going to pull the rip-cord on our lives and vanish into the pine scrub of rural Maine, and as the initial groundwork for our escape, we had started implementing new practices that we’dContinue reading “10 Chickens? What’s that all about?”