I saw a bobcat this morning! It was moving so fast through the woods with it’s stubby tail and strong body. I wanted it to

my redbud tree – in spring bloom If you pass through any wild meadow in New England in summer, you’ll see black-eyed susans growing freely.

As a child, I would spend my summers on the coast of Maine: sailing, enjoying picnics on nearby islands, and looking for shells or colorful

Other years I’ve complained about spring in NH going by in a blink. This year? Endless spring. My daffodils bloomed and bloomed. In nearby gardens,

After traveling, I somehow feel as if I’m still moving. Or that I never left. That I’m expecting to see Hunter and Artemis and Lynn

Can you hear the music? Canadaaa! I’m leaving next Saturday because…. astonishingly enough, little tiny Mischa grew into less tiny Mischa and is about to

When my children were little we were in a car accident. I happened around four o’clock in the afternoon on RT. 93 leaving Boston. There

I’m admittedly in a grumpy mood. Just up the street, the wonderful local tree guys have done the job they were paid to do: cut

When I first met Trum, or after we had gotten to know each other a bit – maybe a year and a half in, I

It’s snowing again. Endlessly. I’m dying again. Or is that dyeing again? I haven’t dyed silk in three years, I believe. I’ve been using fragments