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The beginning of the week. and… the end, up higher: I used to go to the woods above my farm in Va. In my childhood years, I was riding all the time. As I grew older, in hiigh school and…
The beginning of the week. and… the end, up higher: I used to go to the woods above my farm in Va. In my childhood years, I was riding all the time. As I grew older, in hiigh school and…
You can still see Peaches! Pretty soon she will become invisible. All those brilliant fall leaves will lose their color. But until they do: WOW1 It’s been a brilliant fall. Have other falls astonished me this much? It feels uplifting…
The loons are gathering. Every fall before the lake freezes over, the loons start to come together. They will cluster in ever larger numbers, preparing to fly in a flock to the ocean for winter. And in the woods., the…
I fell in love with this boathouse, my home now, the minute I stepped into it and looked out at the lake and the distant mountains. It was November. There were no boats out. Only water, earth and sky. And…
My sister Louisa arrived later than expected. on Friday. Her bright orange red hair matching her equally orange sweater. I think of Louisa as that color – orange: the one color my father told us to totally avoid. Louisa wears…
A few days ago, I was on the telephone talking to my good friend, Kristin, when I saw an eagle swoop down and catch a fish. It then landed on my swim dock and started to feast. Such a spectacle.…
I started the week with every intention to do art. My brain was on this idea and that idea: what was I going to do next? But… by the end of the week, I was only thinking business. Not just…
Sometimes you just want to count the blessings. This weekend , my dear friend Karen came up for a visit. We’ve known each other since 1986, before my first child was born. In the next 5 years as Nika was…
When my children were little, we would drive from Brookline, MA, to Squam Lake in 2 hours. It was reliably 2 hours. Unless it was morning rush hour heading into Boston – which might add a half hour, if I…
If summer wasn’t so short, I’d have a right to complain about this or that. How it’s too hot for hiking – but then, that’s great for swimming. Or too cold for swimming, which is actually nice for Peaches and…