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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…

what makes a good day

At different times, I think about what I might consider to be the, well – the ideal day. I think of this when my days are less than ideal, and I want that other image for reference – what, 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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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 –…