Thursday, August 31, 2017

"The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.” ~ Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees What a blessing these last, hot days of August are. I spent too much of the month indoors, due to the smoke, making it seem like summer was passing me

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato." ~ Lewis Grizzard Weary, I sink into the sofa at the end of the day. "I'm done," I tell Gerry. Twenty-five pounds of peaches glisten like jewels in jars on the kitchen counter. Ten pints of salsa sit cooling next to them. It's

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun . . .” ~ Mary Oliver, The Pond It turns out that the catch was more plentiful than anticipated and I stay up too late canning salmon. This morning I am tired but content. The freezer is well stocked with enough packages of

Saturday, August 12, 2017

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay I'm sipping coffee and looking at the hills across the river--hazy in the smoke but I can see them for the first morning in what feels like forever. Yesterday afternoon the sun

Saturday, July 8, 2017

"Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace." ~ May Sarton Did you even taste that? We sometimes ask Maya that question after she inhales her dinner. It's cute, as I carry her dish of

Thursday, July 6, 2017

“Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you should set up a life you don't need to escape from.” ~ Seth Godin Late afternoon--late, because it's been a busy day--I settle in to my old comfortable lawn swing with a few books, my Kindle, a bottle of water, and my reading glasses (two pair: