A couple of days ago, I planted a fern and a red shamrock in the back yard. There’s nothing unusual about that, except that these plants are a connection. The fern is descended from a fern in my mother’s yard. My sister-in-law Linda took a start from it and planted it in her yard. The […]
May 12, 2022
The Last Generation
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We may be the last generation to have lived through several things that today’s kids will never know, except, of course, by reading or seeing films of the old days or hearing their grandparents talk. Cell phones–when I was a teenager, these were still in the future. We didn’t carry phones with us. We had […]
Apr 22, 2022
Splintered Thoughts
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Do you ever experience a certain tune running through your head and it not only runs through, but it stops and stays a while? I do, quite often. Music has always been a big part of my life and it continues to be, from way, way back to earliest memories. I’ve always thought that what […]
Apr 14, 2022
A Shabby Old Book
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I have a shabby old address book that is a real treasure. It has reason to look as tattered as it does. It’s on its way to becoming an antique. And, like any antique, the value is enhanced by the provenance. This book’s provenance has more to do with life experience than its origin. My […]
Apr 6, 2022
Just That Sort of Morning
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It’s an Ireland kind of morning. Cool and damp. Only, our dampness is due to a thunderstorm in the wee, small hours this morning. I never experienced a thunderstorm in Ireland, but then, I was there for only a week. It is, however, cool and damp there much of the time. Another difference is that […]
Jan 27, 2022
A Remembering Rock
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It rests in my herb garden, a memory stone. It’s a reminder of a slower, quieter time, of the strong, good people who owned the farm which was the rock’s home. It’s just a dark rock, pitted by millenia. Cows’ and horses’ hooves have stepped on it and probably bare-foot children have stubbed their toes […]
