A Sunday in late winter. Just at that point in the season where, if you put a certain album on the stereo, settle yourself into the chair by the window, tilt your face up to the strengthening sunlight, close your eyes and ignore the wind outside and the eight-foot pile of snow that's accumulated on… Continue reading Here and elsewhere
Against all odds, after nearly half a century, I've come around to understanding January. I know, some of you are thinking it took me long enough. Now that the deepest and darkest of the winter has passed (though the coldest certainly hasn't), and the observances, rituals and remembrances that must be paid have been paid,… Continue reading January hymn
Pedants will tell me that it's not officially winter yet, but let's not quibble. Zero degrees F on the thermometer this morning, snow and ice solidly gripping the ground, Elliot the blueberry bush up to his neck in snow, another nor'easter roaring up the coast tomorrow. Let's call a winter a winter. Today I watched… Continue reading Time passes. Listen.
We got the call at 5.30 this morning: Wintry mix. Dangerous roads. Two-hour school delay. Oh heaven, back to bed. Ever since, though, I've been out of sync with the day. The sun rose, but you'd never know it for the fog. I ate my breakfast at 10 and still haven't had my lunch at… Continue reading Till it shines
Maybe I'm reaching a bit, but... 1. Bare branches reveal shy visitors: 2. It's the perfect time to make this citrus salad with goat cheese-stuffed dates. Even if you don't eat it, you might get some vitamin D just by looking at its sunshiny face. 3. Since the garden and lawn are still covered by… Continue reading Friday Five ~ Reasons to be grateful for an extended winter
The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Wide open spaces
I've been thinking about Wallace Steven's poem, The Snow Man, for weeks now, because, of course, it's winter and it's January. I wanted to write something about having a "mind of winter", expecting to have experienced it, even for just a day, as I have in winters before. But this January's rickrack weather hasn't cooperated.… Continue reading On the last day of January