We are all learning the big differences small changes can make. Although I don’t (yet) personally know anyone who has died of this virus, it is clearly not fake news…
The term “web of life” barely begins to get at the world I live in, and it is certainly one, even if appreciated, that is way beyond my comprehension. As…
Even if it were not for social distancing, being in the gardens this time of year is special. Even in “cold” weather, all other things being relative! Above is a…
Despite all—cold weather, virus, viral politics, all—the plum blossoms I pruned a week ago and brought inside open to Spring.
I often write here about the peace I find in the predictability of the natural world. The living of last year is now so obviously disintegrating to feed the new…
My sister, Martha E. Snell, is a fine poet. We have collaborated over the past several years, as poet and photographer, to share our work as part of Poem City. …
Every year I lose plants in my garden. Clearly I have too many and have never had the kind of highly organized planting that would show a gap. Often these…
We are melted back down the the old snow piles we had a week ago before we got 8″ of new snow. That new snow is nearly gone. Spring bulbs…
One of my good friends and walking pals. Michael, remarked he has lost all the “markers” in his days as one after another all of his volunteering gigs, meetings and…
Like many I have been amazed at how, despite a “calendar” that is now empty, I am not only busy but at the end of the day, exhausted. Lots of…
Still Learning To See 