Breakfast Under the Sky
I don’t ask for much on Mother’s Day. I often share it with my husband’s birthday, and so I’ve spent the day at a few ballparks over the years, and that’s okay with me. But this morning Mother’s Day...
View ArticleForcing Forsythia, the Love of Orange
Photo by Capella Kincheloe Interior Design As I typed the words ‘forcing forsythia’ I heard them spoken in the voice of Sylvester, the cartoon cat who always chased Tweety Bird. These metal industrial...
View ArticleSprouting, Anticipating
Yesterday I discovered a paper bag with four paperwhite bulbs—forgotten and sprouting exuberantly. I tucked them in among the spent paperwhite bulbs I planted in December. All our outdoor bulbs remain...
View ArticleAn Irish Pub Crawl, New Friends, and a Rediscovered Name
Another St. Patrick’s Day is upon us, with chill winter in the air, and hearty Irish fare cooking in the kitchen. A perfect day for that, though I wish our days would be ripening toward spring flowers...
View ArticleA Spring Rabbit, Masako Kubo
A tiny touch of spring weather is in the air for Easter weekend here (this means sunny and a high of 48 F, with possible high 50s for tomorrow). The snow is receding. The farmyard is muddy. The...
View ArticleApple Blossoms, Heavy Dew
Greetings after a long respite. Happy Mother’s Day and honor to all of our foremothers. Heavy dew this week makes for magic mornings. The apple blossoms are just starting to open on the north side by...
View ArticleAnna Pavord, Pulling Weeds
I scored Anna Pavord‘s The Curious Gardener at a book sale last week. It was a brand new copy until I got my hands on it. Now it has some dirty fingerprints, and I’ve read all essays about spring and...
View ArticleSpring Crops, Summer Heat
The last day of May brought a July-like heat and humidity. We plucked the first fat ripe radishes from the garden and ate them with butter and salt. Delicious. We are making a new asparagus patch, so...
View ArticleFirst Pond Swim of the Season
Saturday, June 1. Nearly 90 degrees. Humidity off the charts. Off to Julie’s pond with a group of friends, a feast, a gaggle of kids. Go through the gate, be sure to latch it. There are cows in this...
View ArticleIrish Seaglass
Coming home from Ireland my suitcase was weighed down with bags of rocks and glass. Not Waterford crystal—mind you—but far more precious glass to me: the seaglass we picked up on numerous walks along...
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