Sliding in to this season of bittersweet. Too many dates, too many anniversaries seem to tip the scale. No longer my season, I share it with– sorry, seasonal pun– a lot of ghosts….
back to class
Back in the classroom. After a sabbatical of more than a decade I am teaching French for the fall term, and at the high school level….
blackberries, found and remembered
Success in the search for blackberries…the great Greig Farm in Upper Red Hook has rows and rows. I happened to be passing on my way to get Concord grapes at Montgomery Place, over by the river (Hudson, that is, the big one). I’d just about given up on finding blackberries–…
late summer grace: dog play
A picture perfect late summer, early September day. Shadows getting longer. Sun is warm but breeze less so. Leaves are turning. …
gourdzilla!
Who knew? My little golden crookneck squash–how I love their name, every time I say it can’t help but tilt my head, just so–if left unattended on the vine (they are best harvested by 3 or 4 inches, as pictured…) grow into way too large, inedible but probably decorative, gnarly orange gourds!! Yet still with the charming, lilting crookneck. …
in the garden: thrivers and survivors
The herbs could not be happier. The sage especially, it is a small forest out there. And the nasturtiums, I have had to keep cutting them back mercilessly yet they still want to take over! Wild thangs.…
my father’s shoes
A few weeks ago Dad moved from his assisted living apartment, one building over to skilled nursing care. Had two good years in the apartment, after 38 years in the house the last two of us grew up in.
Cherished, familiar items went ahead, and he’s doing well. …
in the garden: agony and ecstasy
Oh, blight. It has raised its dreaded hoary head….
life buoys
Had a day Thursday where just getting through would have been success….
at the end of the rainbow
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