Say what you like about me – I am able to accept some things at face value without understanding anything about them.
Robert Skoglund
The humble Farmer: Global warming’s impacts hitting home ever faster for former snowbird
Had I not seen it, I would not believe that one storm could raise the water so high as to make miles of Florida coastline unfit for buildings.
The humble Farmer: Unexpected parallels between dishwashers and newspaper columns
Not owning a dishwasher is like never shopping at a big-box store – it gives one a warm feeling of superiority.
The humble Farmer: Very good times on the Victory Chimes
I spent the summer of 1958 on the wooden schooner, which is up for sale next month. Diary entries remind me of the ‘best job I ever had.’
The humble Farmer: Memories are made of music and long-ago favors
On singing along to songs from the 1940s and recalling kindnesses extended to those in tractor cabs.
The humble Farmer: Times change. The memory of our B&B will live on.
‘Bills evolved when Maine innkeepers started charging people from Massachusetts so much that they couldn’t look them in the eye.’ A lot else has evolved, too.
The humble Farmer: A Maine farm seethes and roils with adventure
On cataract surgery, cows, genetic fortitude and the meaning of ‘small change.’
The humble Farmer: There are none so blind as those who wait for cataract surgery
A trip to the hospital prompts observations of the youth of doctors, the good sense of nurses and the chores waiting at home.
The humble Farmer: Volumes spoken in the correct pronunciation of the word ‘filth’
With curled lip and bared teeth, the writer’s wife gives voice to an emotion as old as humankind.
The humble Farmer: Party in the rhubarb patch, and other spring revels
’Tis the season when an old Maine man enjoys the unfamiliar sensation of a hand-me-down shirt that fits.