Sunday, April 15, 2018

The question is not what you look at, but what you see. Henry David Thoreau I see gray. Again. It could be—actually it is, let’s be honest—a tad discouraging that spring in all her warm and sunny splendour is so tardy this year. But yesterday I saw pea sprouts in someone’s plot at the community

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

That is one good thing about this world...there are always sure to be more springs. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea It’s here. Beautiful, beautiful, full-of-promise spring. Time for garden planning, seed sowing, dirt digging, and down-on-the-ground picture-taking. The season of window opening, sunshine warming, and fresh air blowing has finally arrived. It’s spring. The fever

Friday, March 16, 2017

This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings Dawn is, indeed, a gift and it’s coming later since we turned our clocks back last weekend. The time change is also

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time. ~Barbara Kingsolver By the time we get to the park, the sun is behind clouds. The temperature still registers warm, but without the sun it’s cool. Nevertheless, we pull into the parking lot and set out to walk around the park. This

Monday, March 12, 2018

A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace. David Steindl-Rast ”Hello, sweet girl! Did you miss us?” There’s nothing like Maya’s bum-wiggling, happy greeting to make me happy to be home. I bend down and give her a