Looking Hard

In the middle of the week in the middle of the afternoon I curl up under a blanket, turn on the TV, and watch a Hallmark movie. Once I longed to have time and opportunity to do such a thing. Then, when my time was my own, I made myself too busy to consider it.

Nesting

We put up our three non-traditional trees. I spend the dark afternoon in the soft glow of one of them, listening to the King’s College Choir and working through edits on my manuscript. It’s time well spent. Today, more of the same—minus the manuscript. The house is winter-cozy even if it doesn’t yet feel or look

Delights

. . . the more you study delight, the more delight there is to study. Ross Gay, The Book of Delights I hit the wall again, spending the afternoon on the sofa then flitting in and out of wakefulness as Gerry and I watch a program on TV after supper. This morning I’m tired before

A List-Worthy Day

Another long day canning tomatoes and by the time I lift the last bubbling jar from the pressure canner I’m spent. But there’s still the garden that needs watering, and the flowerpots are thirsty, and Gerry promises a caramel sundae in the mix. That’s enough to entice me to change my clothes, freshen up, and

Saturday, March 9, 2019 – After Lunch

I putter around in my kitchen putting lunch dishes in the dishwasher and wiping counters. I empty the coffee pot and grind beans for the next morning’s must-have elixir. I snip Thai and Genovese basil leaves from plants growing in my Aerogarden, putting them in dishes for later use. I rub my thumb and forefinger on thyme