We shut-ins are clever at luring smart people into our home to brighten our days. (Once in a while, we even venture out ourselves.)
Robert Skoglund
The humble Farmer: Beware the man – or woman – with a criminal mind
Over the years, detective books have furnished me with a wealth of practical knowledge.
The humble Farmer: I, for one, welcome our new robot overlords – maybe
I like it when ‘Hey Google’ tells me the wash is done or to take the bread out of the oven. I’m less enamored of the capacity to snoop or vehicles that defeat DIY repair.
The humble Farmer: There will be a day when you wish you’d asked questions
When you are young you don’t know enough to ask questions of your elders.
The humble Farmer: You can’t take it with you. Do you know where it’s going?
It’s not enough to promise your loved ones Grampy’s watch or the shore lot. Put it in writing and have someone witness it.
The humble Farmer: The graying of the Midcoast Maine workforce
Years ago, my father and two of my aunts – all immigrants – helped make up for the shortage of young people. Now we’re hiring retirees to do home projects.
The humble Farmer: Kids drop what they’re doing when Mom calls them home
Calves separated from their mothers will jump the fence and come running when they hear the maternal mooing in my east pasture.
The humble Farmer: Strike up the piano, it’s class reunion time
Tempted to skip yours? You could be missing out on a life-changing moment.
The humble Farmer: Get out of the way – the ambulance is almost here
Meanwhile, the patient won’t stop cleaning house, and the car is blocking the driveway but can’t be moved.
The humble Farmer: Discoveries and rediscoveries of a very old Maine man
On good luck, good plumbing companies and something that might stand between you and a good night’s sleep.