To approach the beehive, beekeepers light a smoker. A bee smoker is a little lidded can with a built-in bellows. You start with a piece of crumpled newspaper, light it, and drop it to the bottom of the smoker, then use the bellows to puff puff puff until you get some good licking flames, and… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Fire
I wanted to write about the great grandmother who bought the menorah (in Poland perhaps?) whose face I never knew about the grandmother who loved us with a wide heart and kept the menorah hidden among other silvery things in the china cabinet so we never saw it there about the mother who, when cleaning… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Family (49/52) and Fire (51/52)
Rebecca: What should I write today? Hyla: Write an ode to the fire. R: That's a good idea. What defines an "ode"? H: I can show you one I wrote about Oyster. R: Please do. . . . R: Oh, I like this! Can we post this today instead of something I write? H: Sure!… Continue reading Maybe I should hand her the keys?
The sun stood still. And then he swayed back to us, if only slightly. Tomorrow he'll linger longer. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. This time of year, we make our own light to stave in the hull of darkness. We celebrate every holiday, light everything on fire, cook with oil. The other night, I accidentally… Continue reading Fiat Lux
The weather report today calls for record high temperatures in this part of the world, but I'm not feeling it here. This time of year, even if the afternoon is mild, the sun is stingy with its warmth and it just doesn't find its way into this old farmhouse. I feel chilled. Deep down. The… Continue reading With gratitude to Prometheus
I'm home alone today, with no work to do, my piles of papers filed, the tax packet ready to send off, my office more or less cleaned, and nothing I must do. The weather outside is a bit nasty, with what they like to call "wintry mix" falling. The term wintry mix might sound to… Continue reading Wintry mix