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…
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…
We are now hearing of so many remarkable stories of people serving on the “front lines” of this epidemic. Many, of course, are medical professionals—my mom above graduating from Johns…
For years I have refused to “tidy up” my flower gardens in the fall, preferring instead to have a “winter garden” of stems, plumes, seed pods and stalks—all of which…
The other kind of social distancing—hugging—is a challenge these days. I’d suggest, however, there are plenty of wonderfully huggable trees. I think trees probably love hugs from us. I know…
I take the liberty of reprinting a lovely poem from Ted Kooser, fresh this morning: Full Moon, March 2020 The moon was in self-isolation, too, and wearing a white mask…
Friends from around the world, clearly things are changing very rapidly with many unknowns and lots of fears. One thing I know can always be healthy is a walk, especially…
What I don’t know can easily drive me to paralysis. But if I had to know everything I’d encounter on my next step, I could not move a single step.…
Still Learning To See 