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…
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…
Thank you for taking time for that cup of tea yesterday. I feel life is on fast forward, the kind of thing that used to happen when we had tape…
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…
Still Learning To See 