Andrew McKnight

It is an icicles-on-everything day here in the Blue Ridge hills. Kids are home from school; though the main roads are only wet, our rural gravel is another matter. I've just finished playing music with my daughter and her friend…

Happy New Year! A dry and bitter cold wind is howling outside my window like a freight train, but I'm grateful for a roof overhead, heat inside and a well-stocked pantry. I'm still trying to process the year just completed…

Hi,
The last E-Zine of 2017 means the brightness and frenzy of the holidays are upon us with vigor, and in stark contrast to the low angle of the sun, short days and long chilly nights. I firstly want to