Jarvis Coffin

@Jarvis3
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#Writer. #Fiction and #essays on #rurallife and #nature in southern #NewHampshire. Former #chef and #innkeeper and, for thirty years, a #media executive. Husband, father, grandfather, son, brother.
Blogwww.jarviscoffin.com
Amazon Author Pagehttps://www.amazon.com/author/jarviscoffin
Bird watching this morning with my brother. Beautiful day, strolling across fields, breathing in the view. And now ... creepy crawlies of ticks. Ugh.
#nature #birdwatching #birds
Delighted to announce my first collection essays, about life in southern New Hampshire, through Bauhan Publishing. Thank you for reading. It’s the best thing we can to do for ourselves these days. https://www.amazon.com/author/jarviscoffin #writing #essays #newhampshire
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Burn, Drag, Split, Stack

A pile of wood—branches and brush, or full-grown timber—imposes its presence. It can stop a truck.

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Going Out with the Ranger

My goal is to go out with the Ranger. Not in it, mind you—which would serve no one—but out together as we shift down, tow less, and go slower uphill.

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Unfollowing Food & Drink after an avalanche of boosts. What the heck!
Grits Just Come

"Even if you don’t order them, grits just come. Same with email. Email just comes."

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Caught Flat-footed

The fox was a gift of creation. I hollered, “No! No! No!”

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How Was Your Winter?

Huckleberry and I hiked out to the secluded Shattuck Pond last week, which is about a mile from our back door, up the hill and through the woods. It has been closed to us since heavy snow accumulated, although I can’t remember how long that’s been. By now,

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To Explain

The very branches where fathers courted mothers, and later supervised the first flight of youngsters, will be gone.

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Too Bad You missed It

And, thus, in those few minutes, I was possibly as comfortable, and at rest, as I had been in fifty years.

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