My apologies for not keeping in touch with you all. A picture being worth a thousand words, I wanted to let you know I have been feeling a bit overwhelmed … hence the drawing, which is quite an accurate description of my current mental state. However, it turns out I couldn’t find myself listed in…
What an odd expression. Like it is possible to stay even, let alone get ahead of anything these days. Although I suppose it might possibly explain Deja vu … that feeling that you have been there and done that, and took a million pictures of the occasion. Deja vu does in fact feel as if…
We all leave something behind when we interact with others, and the fragments, like little gifts of this and that, can bring joy or sorrow. During this holiday season when those around us appear to be fraught with anxiety, and fueled by bad news, I think about what type of gift it is that I…
I could use a little help here! I’m not sure how it happened, but I suddenly find myself in the midst of Christmas. There are only ten days left until after Christmas. Yoicks! How could this happen? Where was I when the memo went out? In the past, I could rely on seeing Christmas decorations…
There is something magical about walking into a greenhouse on a chilly New England morning and feeling the heat and humidity. There is a softness to the air, reminding us there is better weather coming. That alone is worth the trip to Mt. Holyoke glass house to see the spring bulb display. It is a…
In the midst of our cold New England winter, with snow and ice framing every view, I dream of Italy and the south of France. Like the memory of sun-drenched childhood, they are forever warm and alive in their colors.
Last week I went to the Mt Holyoke College greenhouse show of spring bulbs. Like the show at Elizabeth Park in Hartford, it is an annual extravaganza of color and a real shot-in-the-arm for those of us that are more than ready for the end of winter. Just seeing all that color was intoxicating. The…
Last week I awoke to the lovely sound of a bird singing outside my bedroom window. It was so lovely to lie there contemplating the arrival of spring, and the end of winter here in New England. However, after a while it dawned on me that the bird song was uncharacteristically regular and sort of…