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
A walk on a whim. … More A Long(ish) Walk
I plan to walk for at least two hours every day, and if some days that walk is in the city rather than the fields and woods of the Arboretum and the river, well, it fills a different need. … More Walking Downtown
It was time to move. I’m glad we did. … More Seven Things – no, Eight – I Love about Our New House
This was the weekend of the attic … More The Moving Diaries: Clearing the Attic
I packed the first boxes this week. … More The Moving Diaries, April 15th
It’s really difficult to find food BD can eat, and even more difficult to find restaurants he can eat at. … More Eating (semi)well on the road.
It’s been a while since I posted anything, and that’s because life has moved very quickly in the last three weeks. One of the things our two months in England confirmed for us was that we want to live somewhere where we’re less dependent on the car to run errands. The second thing was that … More Changes
I had grown up on Enid Blyton and Arthur Ransome, and I wanted footpaths and moorland, quiet hedged lanes, little villages hidden in folds of the hills. … More Belonging
The first sound I hear most mornings is the call of the pink-footed geese… … More Quiet