May 15, 2019
I opened the front door slowly After knockings barely heard No one stood there on the porch No one said a word My gaze fell on an envelope Tucked between the door and screen I eased it out, looked around Sender still unseen. The invitation was from Death A gig co-hosted with Grief Anger rose... Read more...
May 02, 2019
That’s a hellebore. They are funky and strangely mysterious and I love them. Here are some more… Very cool. There are oodles of myths and legends surrounding hellebores – some good, some not so good. Mostly, this has to do with their properties… toxic or medicinal. Apparently, throughout history, it’s been all about how one... Read more...
April 19, 2019
I took this photo of Blaze a little while ago. I’d been looking at her, trying to look into her. What do you know? What are you thinking? How is your heart? The first few times JoHn or I walked through the farmer’s/farmers/farmers’ porch door, Blaze seemed to look at us… and then past us.... Read more...
Rachel Carson, A Sense of Wonder
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