We enjoy barbecued burgers, a couple games of Trouble, and a hot tub. It’s still not dark enough for the surprise Gerry and Makiya have cooked up, so we watch a couple episodes of an old 80’s show on Amazon Prime and eat ice cream while we wait. The appointed time arrives. I’m instructed to keep…
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On the Cusp
I know, it’s still summer. But I feel the whisper of changing seasons in the air and I don’t know that I’ve ever been as ready for autumn as I am this year. Half the garden is already lying fallow. I chose not to plant a fall crop of anything and I’ve started pruning the tomato…
Thursday, March 28, 2019 – A Grand Spring
When she arrived, nearly two weeks ago, it was still winter. The melt had just started in earnest, but the backyard—the north-facing yard—was still white. On that first day, I predicted that the snow would all be gone by the time she went home. ”Don’t talk about me going home,” she said. No, I suppose…
Friday, August 31, 2018 – Five Minute Friday – Rush
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. Sylvia Plath I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s RUSH) and write for five minutes about it. Today, the last day of what…
Monday, August 6, 2018 – Evening Reflection
When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place. C.S. Lewis It’s an ordinary moment; the best ones are. Makiya is tucked into bed with a book, I’m on the couch nursing a back in spasm, and Laurinda is sitting on the floor folding laundry. We’re chatting and half-watching an…