Right now and about an hour’s drive northeast of here, in the not-quite freezing waters of the Atlantic, pieces of a special wooden boat are soaking. Bundled and lashed to... Read More
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… on quiet glee
Fresh scone… raspberry jam… clotted cream. Free formed pottery plate, crystalized glaze, warm and deep… knife shared with friends and family often, over many years. Favorite mug… coffee light.... Read More
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… on yawns from screams
Small round snowflakes float on air Bouncing, Seuss-like, here… and there. All the while the blue sky beams And I dream of yawns replacing screams. A snowy owl gazes... Read More
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… on the who outside the bathroom door
Late this morning, I was in the bathroom with, I’m ashamed to say, my phone, when I saw the screen light up with a notification. I finished drying my... Read More
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… on who transcended who
In the midst of a holiday season that sprinkled warmth and joy with pandemical particulates in each of our peripheral visions… A text. Two friends spotted a certain bird,... Read More
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… on welcoming christmas
My brain got busy this morning before there was even a hint of light in the still-snoozing sky. Not being able to get back to sleep, Belle and... Read More
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… on helping(ish) miss judy
So. Those of you who have been reading for a while might remember my summer neighbor, Miss Judy, especially from a post I called, ‘on driving miss judy‘. Miss... Read More
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… on ‘and yetting’ my way into christmas
Oh yeah, they came. Practice grandkids. Two of ’em. The family arrived this year with some traditional Christmas stuff (holiday jammies), and some I never imagined them bringing (proofs... Read More
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… on yours, mine, and ours
I have said (well, typed), more than once on these pages, that no one – not me or you or that guy over there – is just one thing.... Read More
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… on appreciating the whole show
A couple of weeks ago, just after late afternoon rain, I got a text from my friend from across the cove. It was a one-worder. “RAINBOW!!” I rushed from... Read More
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… on the lovings from, and of, a dawg
Every afternoon, usually between 2:00 and 3:00, JoHn heads into town to pick up a coffee and have a chat with the folks who own the Red Cup, our... Read More
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… on whispers from within
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... Read More