Summer Calls and Kids Help It

  Summer is at midpoint and I notice myself and people around me alternating between a panic and plodding moes. We like a collective ant colony movealong the path of seasonal tasks and pleasure. Produce and blossoms come in waves and I pick and pack away. The waves and the summer sun beckon and I [...]

Silent apologies to Plants

  I find myself feeling sorry for the plants as we till our garden spot. I apologize inwardly ( I’m sorry to nip you in the bud this way) to the about to bloom forget me nots and the rambling shoots of the raspberry bushes ( sorry but this is really not good for you [...]

I HAVE An Irony

“I HAVE A VOICE” was the first thing that made me laugh today.
  It is proclaimed from my daughter’s teenage wall. Song hung it up on her return from a rally where she also collected laryngitis. Irony often makes me smile.
  Another one: I found myself feeling sorry for firegal’s orphaned plants she left bundled [...]

anticipation

Apple pie,an old farmer his obese wife , cluttered counters,birds imagined and their imaginary trills, spring with snow still on the ground and undoubtedly the ground is frozen under foot, apple crisp with oatmeal in it, oatmeal with apples in it, and Gladys Alyward triumphantly trudging into the city with 100 orphans tattered,bandaged feet but [...]