Flattery. Simple Pleasure #4.
Filling the wood box, a frequent task, is satisfying. There, a chore is done. Chopping, slicing, sauteeing, blending flavors, and…
Spring snow, sweet syrup
Boots and shovels then tee shirts and rakes, stoke the stove and open the window, freeze, thaw, freeze, thaw, spring,…
Roe, roe, roe we gloat
Winter roe is never found on the menus of local restaurants. Never is a word to be treated with great…
Looking for a sign
Rabbit tracks, the neat silhouette where a deer has slept, the sharp outlines of a coyote’s claws, these imprints are…
Change of scene
There is comfort in the familiar. I wake every morning and before rising I can lift my head and view…
All that glisters is not gold…
My jewelry collection includes beach stones, spirit-filled levels, seaglass, arrowheads, washers and nuts from the hardware store, but not very…
Single Digits
We rarely have days when the temperature drops into the single digits until January or February. We live in Maine,…
Thirty-six eyelets, or, these boots were made for walking
Winter in Maine and the annual Clam City Ball is again crowded with rhinestone sparkling women and top-hatted men. Boas…
Finding things
What delighted surprise, what eye-widening happiness, what an unexpected burst of joy accompanies finding something you had thought lost and…
If Candlemas be fair and bright, winter has another flight
If Candlemas brings clouds and rain, winter will not come again. The coldest part of winter lies ahead, but each…