September 04, 2020
Here are the samenesses between Monet and his gardens at Giverny and me and my gardens in Maine. *Monet and I are/were/who-knows-may-be-again humans. *Monet and I both love/d gardens *Monet and I both bought relatively small parcels of land upon which to garden (like, compared to Louis XIV, who had 800 hectares at Versailles and... Read more...
August 29, 2020
A few seconds ago, I logged into this very space to write a new post and there was a message, which was pretty much this: “Hey, Lis, WordPress 54.3 is available. Do you want to upgrade now?” Feeling somewhat conform-ational, I went ahead and hit ‘ok’. Then I was looking at a message that warned me... Read more...
July 17, 2020
The truck is all packed. The last load of his clothes – mostly of which he brought down from his bedroom floor (yesterday) – are tumbling in the dryer. Some final bits of his ‘stuff’ – the things he needed into the wee hours – will go into the back of his car in a... Read more...
- Lisa Dingle
Okay. Let me get this out of the way right now. I have permission to tell this story, directly from the perp. Also, yes, the... Read More
One funny moment after Jack proposed to Mac (and Mac dissolved, pretty much, into a melted snowman puddle (but recovered quickly enough for us... Read More
This spring morning I awoke to the conversations of a thousand winged beings. And as I yawned and stretched I realized… This was nature’s... Read More
Every Easter Sunday morning since First Born Mac was puny (pew-knee), there has been a rather loud and massive hunt for candy. The Easter... Read More