Let’s raise a glass

Here we are again, my old friend November. You're a formidable foe, but you're on the way out for another year and I'm still writing. So, here's to you, November, and your relentlessly grey skies, your bare branches, your frozen water bucket mornings, your summerish deceptions, your early dusks, your inevitable lurch towards winter. I… Continue reading Let’s raise a glass

Thank you, Mr. Turner

Thanksgiving eve and the snow's coming down like it thinks it's Christmas eve and maybe I should be writing the obligatory post about all I'm thankful for. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just think it and you'll know it already, because aren't we all thankful for mostly the same things? The kitchen… Continue reading Thank you, Mr. Turner

On this warm November day

The Birds are heading south, pulled by a compass in the genes. They are not fooled by this odd November summer, though we stand in our doorways wearing cotton dresses. We are watching them as they swoop and gather— the shadow of wings falls over the heart. When they rustle among the empty branches, the… Continue reading On this warm November day

Goat home improvement

I've spent the last two days in the land of pie: first shopping for their ingredients, then making them (pear-cranberry, peanut butter-chocolate, and good ol' apple), then delivering all but the apple (that one's ours) to the school's language trip fundraiser (where the pies were to be sold), then driving H to the aforementioned fundraiser,… Continue reading Goat home improvement