Mindless Trip

Summer colds.  Enterovirus, NOT rhinovirus.  A cocktail of misery.  Why do my thighs hurt?  Went outside to garden, into thick air like water.  Pests:  spider mites killing the sunflower, harlequin beetles on the collards, aphids on the pear’s most tender shoots.  Fu%@#*& opportunists!  Will deal with you when my thighs don’t hurt!  I can do laundry.  Read More …

Rise of the She Shed

The She Shed. The Girl Cave. The Getaway. The Hidey Hole. It amazes me this “phenomenon” of private space if that word even fits. I’m old-fashioned and calling the space the hubbie just broke ground on my studio. This space apart from the house, nestled in the garden, was always a fantasy, something dreamt up Read More …

Anticipation

Sometimes, I wish I could get excited about anything as much as the child gets amped up for a new class, a new adventure.  She is the first in line, fearless, ready to hit that classroom, that pool, that gymnasium floor with all her passion, energy, joy!  Indeed, this child teaches me how to live!