I recently attended a gathering in Maine. The eloquent speaker started out with a quote. I’m sure I was not alone in hearing her words

I dug out my planters – buried in the garage so they wouldn’t split from the freezing cold of winter. I popped the impatients into

Some days… Some days I create so much that doesn’t work. These pieces – no good. And I could have predicted, when I was cutting

This is my favorite tree. Okay. One of my favorite trees. It’s name? Redbud. Red? It’s never red. Or my idea of red. It’s not

I had one of those bucolic walks with my friend Jan this afternoon. Jan, who I just met – is it 3 (4?) years ago.

I hate to travel. Hate it. Before hand, I’m exhausted with dread. And inevitably there is some major unexpected guffaw in the plans or the

Why do the birds come flying north? Why do the animals get all frisky? Why do people jump on bicycles, drive more slowly, head up

Spring! That’s what happened. That’s why I didn’t write for a while. That’s what’s still happening. With the help of wonderful Kristin, I updated my

Don’t you hate it when someone is right? Especially if it’s bad news? Especially. Two days ago I was in the bicycle shop buying this

Do you know that gospel song? :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSFt7cuSmaI (Edwin Hawkins feat. Shirley Miller – Oh Happy Day) Can you NOT be moved by that song? Can