For all my love of nature and the connection I feel for my fellow creatures, it wasn’t the most thrilling discovery to find them moving into my house. Yes, I’ve lived with the presence of mice for years and even an occasional chipmunk, as people in old houses often do. But a couple weeks back […]
Category: Writing
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming…
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
