The mid-way point of summer is a time of particular happiness. However, I am still finding it hard to write, especially with the research necessary to write about the Pilgrimage to Provence. These days my writing consists of freewriting about my sister, about the nature of loss … [Read more...]
Writing Redux
When you have a blog, a big part of the fun is finding like-minded souls whose writing you love. Sure, I read the newspapers but they give me a big headache. Apart from books, I look for entertaining blogs. Two engaging sites that I follow are: Women who run with Delphiniums … [Read more...]
The Garden is to the Gardener…
The Song is to the Singer and comes back most to him... --Walt Whitman from Song of Myself When you are a gardener, you must consider that friend and foe alike come daily to the gates of the city. The gardener must be vigilant and welcoming, but fearsome to strangers with … [Read more...]
Porch Sitting: an August state of mind
We told the realtor: “the porch swing is included in the deal, or no deal.” The house had a big white wraparound porch. How could the sale not include the porch swing? It would have been a porch sitting day too, but only after that scorching ball of heat went to bed. It was … [Read more...]
Bee Grateful
“Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.” Annie Dillard It was near this time five years ago that I received a gift I’ll never forget. First the backstory: March 6, 2008 was the date I got the diagnosis of … [Read more...]