I’d been working on a writing piece on and off all day yesterday, and it was kicking my butt big time. No idea why, just a scrambled brain struggling... Read More
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… on haven-ly visions (also, critters)
Okay, so. January. The seeds of the idea for additions and changes in next season’s garden usually begin to sprout (pun absolutely intended) in January. It happens like this:... Read More
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… on connecting dots (backward)
I am a sucker for a good graduation speech. Love ’em. Some of my faves are Conan O’Brian’s to Dartmouth in 2011, Dr. Rick Rigsby’s address to the graduating... Read More
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… on a delayed gift, acorn to oak
There’s a baby oak tree in the potting room sink. Five years ago, on an August afternoon in North Carolina, I sat with JoHn (and about seven hundred additional... Read More
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… on a party of five at sea
This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat and headed toward a dream. Okay, that’s too flourish-y, too much. This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat... Read More
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… on ten core values for people-ing
Last week, I had lunch with a very close and very old – like, not old but long-time – friend. Along the hours (yep!), and on some topic or other... Read More
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… on blooming and resting (and budding)
Some – not all – just some crabapple trees work so hard blooming up a storm one year, they need a longer-than-twelve-month break before they do it again. Sure,... Read More
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… on gardening in and out of a pandemic
May in Maine finds the gardens still at their beginnings. The forsythia still have not quite gone from sunny yellows to greens and the lilacs have only just bloomed.... Read More
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… on this mother’s day morning
It’s early when I step onto the porch. The air is silent and still, infused with the notion of leftover moonlight. The first bird musters up the courage to... Read More
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… on an overwhelmingly good day
I am weepy today, right now actually. It is that weepy that comes when grace, or gratitude, or wonder, executes a perfect blindside tackle, and you go down –... Read More
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… on breakfast sounds (poem)
Breakfast Sounds They are ambient… the people Chairs pulled out, scooched in Napkins unfolded onto laps Babes reaching for everything Shiny spoons offered As distractions, drumsticks Forks and knives and... Read More
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… on ambient people
A few weeks ago, I ran across an internet meme/comic that went something like this: A woman bursts into a room, clearly ecstatic, and shouting “Things are opening up!... Read More