Last year I was sure it was dead. But this spring new growth appeared on it’s meager remaining stems, and then the heads of two small buds followed…
I can hear the gentle rush of the morning surf and the calls of seagulls. I feel the chill, damp of the wind whipping past. And I can even taste the salty air in my mouth.
I discovered this landlocked aluminum canoe laying dormant in the backyard on my recent trip to Pennsylvania. The bottom of its hull was covered in scratches from years of sliding over rocky river bottoms. You could still see them under the moss now covering its silvery surface. Clearly it had led a busy, active life […]
I’m happy to announce I’ll be reading some of my poetry at this summer’s Bedlam Farm Open House.
Antique stores and flea markets have always been magical places for me. I used to frequent them diligently most every weekend, back before I started running out of places at home to display my finds. It’s always a fine mess inside, and a kind of happy one, filled with endless delights and meaningless trifles. Over the […]
I’m traveling this week with my boyfriend to Pennsylvania, staying in the house where he grew up while his parents are away in Colorado. They had a beautiful sunroom added on to their house several years ago, where his mom’s plants bathe happily under big, bright windows. It’s a lovely place, full of light and […]
As I close down for another day, prepare to shut my eyes and fade off into sleep, this quote about waking up, instead, filled my mind. I think the gist of it is, this world is, or should be, miracle enough for us. And once we can see that truth, only then is more ever […]