Isn't it self explanatory?
So I'm sitting here on a snowy afternoon at the end of December and I have to say I'm not sure what day it is. I think it's Thursday? Between holidays, storms, and school vacation days, it's all become a blur of candlelight, chocolate gelt, wrapping paper, cellophane bags of sweet things I shouldn't… Continue reading What’s Going On
The other day the phrase "time and the flying snow" drifted from the sky onto my computer keyboard as if released from the clouds. But it didn't come from the atmosphere. It was released from my memory. Long memory. The phrase is the title of a book of songs, sheet music by Gordon Bok, a… Continue reading A long calling down the wind
The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the… Continue reading Time and the flying snow*
Even I can admit I'm good at some things. I'm good at taking care of animals. And checking things off my to-do list (and even better at putting things on it that I've already done just so I can feel good about checking them off). I'm good at baking. And I'm good at taking someone… Continue reading Heck, yes! I mean no!
Whenever we watch "The Simpsons," we're always happily amazed by the convoluted plots they're able to squeeze into an episode. How they can start at scene one with, say, Lisa getting a pet goldfish and end up 23 minutes later deep in a story about an opera performance that will save the town of Springfield… Continue reading You and I and moonlight
Snow has already come and gone several times in the last few weeks, but today's snow has a feeling of permanence about it, as if it's going to become the bedding layer for a winter-long sedimentary cover. Or, as Christina's Rosetti put it: Earth stood hard as iron, water like stone; Snow had fallen, snow… Continue reading Where webs of snow are drifting
Sunday finds us two girls holiday shopping. We've left the boy at home because we're shopping for, among other people, him. But that doesn't mean we can't stop by the coolest clothing store in the area just for a little look-see. They're so cool they're not playing Christmas music. In the way of the universe,… Continue reading Simply Sunday and the bees
