In Honor of Cannas and Jim Barton
I am numb today, so I am up early and looking for my yard shoes. I’m not outside, because I want to beat the heat. Today it’s all about...
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Jun 25, 2018
And So, I Don’t Have to Hurry...
I look across the hayfield and see nothing but Queen Anne’s Lace, a field of wildflowers. Something is wrong here. Instead of hay, we...
Mar 26, 2018
Computer Class
Racing across the parking lot at the public library, I look up and see broken clouds. I’ve seen them before, but today I really see them....
Aug 14, 2017
I Need the Light
Summer or winter, I throw open the blinds and curtains. I want light like a sunflower standing tall in a garden. When others think...
Jul 31, 2017
Anger at Self
Almost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...
Jun 26, 2017
Singing with Reba
Yesterday was a day of possibilities. Pillowy clouds against a blue sky. Then a storm shoved its way through, snapping arms off maples,...
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