Equinoctial Thoughts
Of my threescore years and ten, sixty-five will not come again. … More Equinoctial Thoughts
Of my threescore years and ten, sixty-five will not come again. … More Equinoctial Thoughts
One of the many attractive features of moving back to town was the opportunity to bike everywhere: to the farmer’s market, to the grocery store, to the library. This city has a wonderful mixed-use trail network plus a lot of bike lanes, and, for the most part, drivers, used to hordes of university students on … More Biking
It’s easy to forget to take care of ourselves when life is busy. … More A Day to Spoil Myself
I find myself looking forward to gardening again. … More The Moving Diaries: Gardening
When I look back on my childhood, what I remember of Christmas – what stands out – is never the presents. … More As Christmas Approaches
Perhaps that’s an advantage of an old, cold, house. It makes you think. … More Old, Cold Houses
I had to scrape ice off my car windows yesterday morning, before I could go to town. A mid-October frost is normal here; I wasn’t surprised by it. The scraper was already in the car. Other years this frost would have been one more source of stress in a too-busy life. The advent of winter … More First Frost
My credo is that of William Morris: ‘Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful’. … More On William Morris
Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love. … More Words to Live By
One casual question, an equally casual response – and our lives changed forever. … More Fall Migration