Saturday Morning, Quietly . . .
I came downstairs just before 6 this morning. These apricot bar-code reflections on the pewter surface of the water. . . What might that pattern reveal if scanned from far, far above? From here, it…
View PostI came downstairs just before 6 this morning. These apricot bar-code reflections on the pewter surface of the water. . . What might that pattern reveal if scanned from far, far above? From here, it…
View PostMy last class of the term was a week ago Monday. Since then, I’ve been holed up with marking, which I can do at home in jeans (or, let’s be honest, pyjamas) just as easily…
View PostPerhaps it’s the marking (I’m invigilating two exams today, and each group of students wants its essays back, graded; then the same for Friday’s exam, just ahead). Perhaps it’s the weird mental/physical space of the…
View PostHappy Easter! I love the leaf-budding energy, the promise of renewal, in this Burning Bush (Euonymus alata). May you feel some of that promise today, whatever your climate, whatever your religion. We will be sharing…
View PostWhy is this man (my dear husband, aka Pater) smiling? Because finally, three years after beginning his bread-baking adventures, after untold loaves made of various combinations of flour, from numerous recipes, employing a plethora of…
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