Pocahontas County Fare

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Most springs, the daffodils surprise me, but this year, I've been waiting for them. The potatoes in the kitchen are also anxious to g...

Non-native plants continue to lead the charge into spring. These lilac leaves may get frostbitten, but they've popped open their bud sc...

I've been dragging around the yard for the last month, looking for some hint of Spring from the plant kingdom, but the native plants ar...

The puppy is quoted as saying "Let's have another." The postcard's sender, "Agnes" (I think that would have bee...

Evidently snail mail did not always have better punctuation and sentence structure than we find in Internet-based communication. Des Moines...

This postcard may have seemed too fragile for the Post Office, or maybe someone bought it and never could decide what to say. This lets us ...

More cards from Florence Williamson's "Souvenir Postcards" album. The Top of the Mornin' To you, My Dear May the Good S...

State politics blog West Virginia Blue informed me last month that "Bill O'Reilly Hates You." Now, I already knew that Bill...

The Marcellus shale natural gas extraction business has made the news in West Virginia lately. One company has decided not to build a region...

This handsome lichen was really catching the light on a sumac branch yesterday. My Linux machine gave up on Friday (all indications point ...

Last week, all the budscales were still clamped shut. Perhaps a few days like today will persuade them to relax just a little. I believe th...

Last week, we tried to enter the twenty-first century. We hadn't wanted to rush into it, but it does look like it might take off. Becaus...

The birds have picked the hawthorn fruits, and there's just this thicket of thorns left. A closer look shows bright red bud scales, a...

I was looking for some color last week, one grey February afternoon. The wild plum bushes out at the end of the ridge kindly obliged.

Last week, I bought a new computer keyboard for my Mac Mini. The one I'd been using was seven years old with keys producing letters part...

Yesterday I decided to take the plunge, upgrading my Debian Linux machine from Etch (old stable) to Lenny (new stable.) All reports said th...

"To My True Valentine," postmarked St. Paul, Minn., Feb 13, 1911. "Dear Florence, I received your letter some time ago, and ...

"Here's to Love, The Only Fire Against Which There Is No Insurance." This one's addressed to Miss Florence Williamson, Wi...

In 1909, my grandma's friend Elsie sent an Abe Lincoln's Birthday card. Her message (from Des Moines) reads: "How are you? The...