Wednesday, April 4, 2018

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. Maya Angelou Maya and I spend most of the day sequestered in the woman cave. She, out of sorts and nervous with the noise coming from upstairs, tucks herself next to me on the

Monday, March 19, 2018

Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment. Ellis Peters Yesterday after church we had to do something we would ordinarily tend to during the week. One of the gifts of retirement is the ability to transact business during slow times. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work out that way. We waited in line

Sunday, March 11, 2018

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.  Susan Sontag Springing forward this morning. Yet another reason to wish i lived in Saskatchewan (where they don’t do

Friday, March 9, 2018

March is a month of considerable frustration it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away. Thalassa Cruso Spring: so close I can feel the dirt on my hands and taste the

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.  Mitch Albom, For One More Day The day starts one way—gray—but turns around. The sun comes out. By the end of it I’ve visited the community garden (it’s still snowed in but—oh!—the sense of anticipation seeing it evokes); taken Maya to, and picked her up