September 1

It seems to me that August is the cruelest month, apologies to T.S. Eliot. I welcome September, bringing startling blue skies, with autumn weather in the offing. But before we move along, August 31 always feels auspicious, being my father’s birthday. J. Brian Barry would have been 99 yesterday. He is gone, but remembered by […]

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Hot! August

The past week has been the hottest week I can remember. Riding has been postponed. The horses have suffered and sweated, as have we all. Luckily, Fred came to shoe the horses before the heat wave arrived. It was the last really pleasant day we had, and that was ten days ago. Somehow, I neglected

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