by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 29, 2016 | Blog Post, Loss, Redemption
Turkeys don’t fly. Or so we thought. My husband and I were taking a walk to town when we passed a young man on a bike. “I might be crazy but I think I just saw some turkeys taking off from a roof over there!” He was breathless, and looked back over his shoulder at us...
by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 19, 2014 | Faith, Hope
I planted the beets according to instructions in September, refusing to let the cold dirt go to winter yet, and sure enough they grew, just like the paper packet said. I call my husband the Dirt Man because every spring he carefully turns over the hard ground, adding...
by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 20, 2012 | Random
November has a peculiar color, at least in New England. It’s not the flashy display of October, it’s a bit more conservative. The suddenly bare branches of the trees dominate the few leaves that are left so that the palette is mostly gray with some splashes of burnt...
by Robin Farnsworth | Nov 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
I will always remember a Thanksgiving in Pawtucket, about six years ago. In my memory I see a tray of Italian pastries and the beautiful dark eyes of five Puerto Rican children; eyes that had already seen too much in life but could still hold wonder and joy for small...
