will you walk into my garden?
The title is, perhaps some of you will recognize, a paraphrase of a poem I rememberfrom my childhood: Will you walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly. In my fall garden, the…
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Shoes in the Garden
It’s Wednesday again, which means I rushed home, grabbed my camera, and got some shoe shots for you. In the column to the right of this post, I’m going to set up a little poll…
View Postcelebrating the seasons
Yesterday morning I woke early enough to watch this beautiful sunrise. Sitting on the deck with my tea, feeling spectacularly lucky, blessed, peaceful.In the photo below, the rising sun outlines our arbutus, the one on…
View Postthinking in the garden
One of my daughters phoned to chat a bit today and mentioned that altho’ she’d seen my latest post, she couldn’t find anything to comment on. No worries, she said, it was interesting enough, plus…
View Postautumn’s (not!) here (yet)
Hawksley Workman’s gorgeously mournful “Autumn’s Here” keeps playing in my head, altho’ I’m so far refusing to actually pull out the CD. Besides the jellyfish washing up on the beach and the blackberries ripening faster…
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