You have to admit, this looks a little sad. Daffodils that I bought have wilted. Daffodils in the ground are – well, where is the

Looking out my window, what can I see? Nothing. I wanted to shoot a photo of the fog, but the camera WILL NOT shoot. It

I wish I could claim to be a tidy person. Clean, yes. Tidy, not so much. I call myself “organizationally challenged”. When I’m in the

My mind is not as peaceful as a nun’s might be (as in NYT story to follow). I admit that straight up. The evidence (as

Here’s the path up this steep hill (snow always looks flat) of my driveway. It’s been warm so it got icy underfoot and I put

In the south when you can’t believe what you hear, or, well, even when you do – the answer is double syllable: “Wha-at?” As you

Here’s Rumi. No one here now to play Bananagrams. So sad. Everyone left today. When Krista Tippett gives her On Being interviews, one question she

Nika turns 30 today! To celebrate her birthday here, she and Scott drove from Maine on Friday. I picked up her friend, Clarissa, that same

This is what every living being should be doing after all the snow and more snow we’ve had. Is it snowing right now? Don’t ask.

I bought daffodils. So luminous when seen in February in NH. I used to live in Virginia; “Virgeenia”, where spring came MUCH sooner. And today