Bill Fosher
@billfosher.bsky.social
Grass nerd, conservation planner, swamp yankee.
Kennebec russets. This was a new variety for me this year with an earlier maturity date than most russets. Good size and solid beasts. Now to see how they bake up.
August 22, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Kennebec russets. This was a new variety for me this year with an earlier maturity date than most russets. Good size and solid beasts. Now to see how they bake up.
Sixty years ago today, Jonathan Daniels put his body between the muzzle of a racist sheriff's shotgun and Ruby Sales. He was killed defending her right to exist in Alabama. Daniels was born in Keene, the small New Hampshire city where I went to college and still do my grocery shopping.
August 20, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Sixty years ago today, Jonathan Daniels put his body between the muzzle of a racist sheriff's shotgun and Ruby Sales. He was killed defending her right to exist in Alabama. Daniels was born in Keene, the small New Hampshire city where I went to college and still do my grocery shopping.
I’ve reached the blissful stage of my vacation when I really have to think about what day of the week it is.
August 9, 2025 at 9:57 PM
I’ve reached the blissful stage of my vacation when I really have to think about what day of the week it is.
We were not worthy!
July 22, 2025 at 8:29 PM
We were not worthy!
My latest strategy for getting my boss to reconsider the new mandatory cameras on policy for our staff meetings.
June 23, 2025 at 11:08 PM
My latest strategy for getting my boss to reconsider the new mandatory cameras on policy for our staff meetings.
Third year running of not getting skunked. Fed lots of skeeters and blackflies, too.
May 26, 2025 at 11:43 PM
Third year running of not getting skunked. Fed lots of skeeters and blackflies, too.
"Give us to go blithely on our business this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep."
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson
May 22, 2025 at 10:03 AM
"Give us to go blithely on our business this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep."
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson
Presente, Molly!
32 years ago, this dog started making a shepherd out of me. She did a serviceable job, passing on the work to the dogs who would follow her. She still visits my dreams at times, usually when I need to be reminded that I know what to do.
I just need to pull my socks up and do it.
32 years ago, this dog started making a shepherd out of me. She did a serviceable job, passing on the work to the dogs who would follow her. She still visits my dreams at times, usually when I need to be reminded that I know what to do.
I just need to pull my socks up and do it.
May 21, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Presente, Molly!
32 years ago, this dog started making a shepherd out of me. She did a serviceable job, passing on the work to the dogs who would follow her. She still visits my dreams at times, usually when I need to be reminded that I know what to do.
I just need to pull my socks up and do it.
32 years ago, this dog started making a shepherd out of me. She did a serviceable job, passing on the work to the dogs who would follow her. She still visits my dreams at times, usually when I need to be reminded that I know what to do.
I just need to pull my socks up and do it.
Miss this old girl, my steadfast 3276.
May 14, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Miss this old girl, my steadfast 3276.
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
May 12, 2025 at 9:54 PM
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Happy International Worker's Day.
May 1, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Happy International Worker's Day.
My Beltane prayer for animals born in this season of renewal.
from Praise Be by Maxine Kumin
Let them prosper, the dams and their sucklings.
Let nothing inhibit their heedless growing.
Let them raise up on sturdy pasterns
and trot out in light summer rain
on the long lazy unfenced fields
of heaven.
from Praise Be by Maxine Kumin
Let them prosper, the dams and their sucklings.
Let nothing inhibit their heedless growing.
Let them raise up on sturdy pasterns
and trot out in light summer rain
on the long lazy unfenced fields
of heaven.
May 1, 2025 at 9:50 AM
My Beltane prayer for animals born in this season of renewal.
from Praise Be by Maxine Kumin
Let them prosper, the dams and their sucklings.
Let nothing inhibit their heedless growing.
Let them raise up on sturdy pasterns
and trot out in light summer rain
on the long lazy unfenced fields
of heaven.
from Praise Be by Maxine Kumin
Let them prosper, the dams and their sucklings.
Let nothing inhibit their heedless growing.
Let them raise up on sturdy pasterns
and trot out in light summer rain
on the long lazy unfenced fields
of heaven.
At least the original Nazis had the courage of their convictions to do it on their home soil, unlike today's cowards who outsource running their concentration camps to tinpot dictators in banana republics.
April 15, 2025 at 8:38 PM
At least the original Nazis had the courage of their convictions to do it on their home soil, unlike today's cowards who outsource running their concentration camps to tinpot dictators in banana republics.
Look at the BONES!
April 15, 2025 at 12:18 AM
Look at the BONES!
Keep on rockin' in the free world
April 7, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Keep on rockin' in the free world