Above is a look down my driveway on a crisp fall morning.

Below are some weekend reading links. Not sure why so many of my links this week include Hobbits–perhaps it’s because my subconscious relates to this time of year, when there’s nothing better than talking a long walk through the woods, …

I chatted with a farmer today. He’s probably around 80 years old, has a grip like iron, wears a hat and overalls, and has a bad back that aches him in the mornings, around noon, in the afternoon, and before going to bed. But every day he’s up before dawn (“I got up this morning before breakfast,” …