Routines are nice as long as they don’t become ruts. Routines are not the same as schedules. A schedule seems rather inflexible and fixed, but a routine is a pattern that gives meaning to a day. Routines are more like tribal customs. In the dim, dark ages that many people have never experienced, those days […]
May 18, 2019
Dirt on My Hands, Sunshine in My Heart
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Why is digging in the dirt therapeutic? Maybe it isn’t for everyone, but for me, it is. Yesterday, I finally got out to the herb garden, dug out grass and weeds, and planted a few herbs, veggies, a hollyhock, and some peppers. When the sun is on my back and my hands are in the […]
May 17, 2019
Gone the Way of the Dinosaurs
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They sit on my bookshelf, alone, neglected, and looking lonely. Once they were highly valued, a world of information at my fingertips. They are my beautiful set of World Book Encyclopedias. And, they are as out-dated as the dinosaurs. Why are they out-dated and unused? The internet, of course. Why go to […]
May 10, 2019
Coffee, Books, and Blackberry Winter
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This is blackberry winter. Blackberries are blooming and the temperature has fallen to forty-four degrees this morning. A good morning for a cup of coffee and a crackling fireplace. A good morning for a chat with friends. Because this is starting out to be a wonderful day for staying inside and reading, let’s talk […]
Apr 20, 2019
The Day Before Easter
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Such a lovely, still morning. The greens are vibrant. Shadows cast by the morning sun are sleepy, soft shadows. A squirrel scurries across my neighbor’s drive, and a blue jay is on the hunt for breakfast. The azaleas by the front door are starting to bloom, as is the Iris. My deck is littered […]
