slo mo
I was reading an article about how the internet breeds impatience. We get answers so fast; we get orders so quickly; we expect results NOW. I swear, the weeds in my garden must be linked up: they seem to be zipping up tall with that same speed. I’ve been spending a LOT of time in […]
control
Randy, the guy with the truck (what guy here is not with a truck?) has been promising me for weeks that he would deliver my mulch. I finally texted him: “when?” and it arrived the next day. He apologized; he’d been out working on an island for 3 weeks. So now it’s here. My mulch. […]
not/knot(?) what it seems
These Japanese knotweed specimens are about 5″ in length. Most of the stem is underground and will break off from the root with the slightest tug. And then the knot remains in the soil, so happily ready to go deeper and to regenerate upwards again – to proceed to become impossible to eradicate. The leaf, […]
summer ahead
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 them: ready to celebrate another glorious season ahead. Summer! The planters are back in place next to the water. I also put in 36 black-eyed susans along the rugged super […]
different realities
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 describe our current world. In fact, she was quoting lines written almost 70 years ago. Same words. Same reality? That is where the surprise came in – how different are […]
some days
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 them, that they would not turn out well. I can tell. If I’m off. If something is not right. If I’m trying but not present. Any or all of the […]
called red
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 red in the bud, it’s not red when it blooms. And I love it anyway. I love my redbud. The tulips I put in last fall, they are full of […]
bucolic walks
I had one of those bucolic walks with my friend Jan this afternoon. Jan, who I just met – is it 3 (4?) years ago. We were in a yoga class – where we didn’t really meet. We shared a space. But once we met, on our first bucolic lakeside walk, it was as if […]
why
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 mountains? Why do bodies linger outside, lie on lawns, wander along the shore? Why do we hear laughter fill the air and smell yummy smells wafting by? Why do we […]
macro and micro
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 journey. This time – I was heading out to see my son, Samsun graduate – the plane was not at the runway. Two hours later it had still not left […]
