“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.

Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.
Only a month ago. If September memories were beets or pumpkins, they’d still be totally fresh and ready to use, tasty and fortifying, maybe even
I can sort of remember August. Though with the woodstove fire crackling beside me, having walked around town today in fleece and a winter coat
Mid-summer madness (a la Auntie Mame)! Only two more months and I’ll be caught up on these retrospective looks at the year that has been.
Last year, I wrote a post on some wasps and bees I’ve found in my garden over the nine years I’d lived here. This is
Growing up, I was a girl who ran screaming from spiders, bees, wasps, some beetles, scary looking bugs. I had some reason for running, if