Sometimes I feel like a sponge.Read More Only So Much A Soul Can Bear?
This is my 200th post. My very first one was about my thumb… This is what Al has been up to: Al has been making salsa all day and will be canning many jars of it. I was walking through the grocery store yesterday as we shopped for the week and chose produce for the […]Read More On Gratitude and Having a Voice Again
I’m not saying climate change doesn’t loom like a specter in the closet; shadowing out by degrees in a slow scare. It is there. It is real. That said, haven’t we turned into a nation of worriers? ‘They’ say if you’re thinking too much in the past- That’s depression. If you’re worried too much about the […]Read More I’m Going Outside
I love this so-called weed. Don’t go there. This blog is not about that kind of weed. I mean an actual weed. It’s roots smell like carrots. It’s leaves smell like parsley. When seeds form, the flower is a balled up nest. Its white cluster of flowers form an umbrella. It’s the white Queen Anne’s […]Read More Queen Anne’s Lace and violent outbursts of energy
Cloud collecting mountains surround. Unpaved roads ramble. Roadside produce stands are unmanned by vendors. A locked metal box with a slit in the top is seen amongst the piles of tomatoes, squash and ears of corn with a handwritten note beside it: HONOR SYSTEM- Set your price and leave money in box No views on […]Read More Stroll Through Vermont (in my head)
I pick up things all the time. They don’t have to be shiny. Sometimes something catches my eye. How about sticks? You know…twigs, tree arms, small limbs, branches, tree offshoots, switches. That’s what I’m talking about. I guess it’s just that time of year when I get an urge to collect, to craft, to bring […]Read More Keeping it Real, Feeling CRAFTY
Some people are surely meant to be in our lives, but not necessarily to be in them for a lifetime. I think of course of those people in my own life who came and went on in death before I would’ve liked. My spouse left three children whose ages were 23, 14 and 9. I […]Read More Contemplation on Dead Greyhounds and Women’s Rights; Ultimately Life Lessons
I came upon a prompt to write poetry, and I find that endeavor to be a fun thing, so I decided to read my favorite poet Edna St. Vincent Millay for inspiration. I will never […]Read More Side by Side Poems, Edna’s and Mine: Spring and Autumn
(who took this photo? Pls contact me so I can give credit) Once upon a time I stumbled quite fortuitously upon a wizened crow who disclosed to me; (in exchange for the promise of a hot dog that had fallen into the dirt)- how to identify gnomes. She said they disguise themselves cleverly when people […]Read More The True Unelaborated Non-hallucinogenic Story of Rudolph
Trees are some of my favorite subjects to paint. My love for them only grows as years go by. The wild pear tree that grew in my backyard is an early memory of my kinship with them. I grew up by a highway, so this tree was special. It truly was a delight to my […]Read More Trees, Glorious Trees!