I will never again take a Christmas tree for granted.  That pretty thing in the corner upon which you hang ornaments and under which you hide gifts is a huge labor of love. I can’t think of a more fitting metaphor for Christmas: a seed is planted, the object grows into a thing of beauty…

The madness which overtakes me each Fall is astounding, a crazy rush of adrenaline I can hardly control, like seasonal middle-aged crazy.  I imagine it akin to that burst of life one has before shuffling off the mortal coil, autumn closing in and all that. It’s driven, of course, by the fact that it’s almost over.…

God’s still the finest painter around, and I love seeing the autumn collection.  I followed the color palette north this week to stroll through some landscapes, and stumbled upon a fascinating find: a whole sub-culture of bird lovers, the Hawk Watchers.  “ACROBATICS GOING ON IN THE V!” was the call that drew us in.  When…

It’s October so naturally I’ve been spending some quality time lurking around old bone orchards, the crown jewel of which remains the Old Dutch Church and Burying Grounds in Sleepy Hollow. Not to be confused with the adjacent 85-acre Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, the Dutch cemetery covers 2.5 acres. The Grounds are the haunt of the…