I am impatient for leaves on the maple. I resent the forsythia for being the only bright color in the yard. April, the month of almost-there. But the birds are singing in the stark branches. And it’s warm enough in … Continue reading
It’s taken me nearly forty years to realize that God invented yellow rain slickers not least of all so that we may create our own sunshine on rainy days.
When the season changes, I start to rearrange little things around the house. Yesterday I took down all the wall art in the living room. Ahhh, goodbye visual noise. I swept almost everything from the mantel. And during dinner, I … Continue reading
You know those people who only require six hours of sleep? I’m not one of them. I need a full eight, but I’ll take seven hours if I can get them. If. I knew I was doomed last night when I … Continue reading
Sunshine driving the harsh chill from the air, the birds making their announcements, the days stretching out just a little longer before the sun sinks purple and pink into the marsh. Almost Spring, teetering on the cusp. I imagine everything green again. … Continue reading