Raspberry Farm

Being away from home can be disconcerting at times. Especially when it is frequent.  I love to travel, but I also like to be home.  I guess I'm kind of a homebody at heart.  When the opportunity presents itself, however, to go somewhere else, I generally seize the moment.  I always think, 'nothing ventured, nothing [...]

And The Day Light Goes to Bed

The gray, white, fluffy clouds hang low in the baby blue sky. The constant moon glows, and shines, high overhead. The trees bursting with buds incline this way and that, like a pregnant woman ready to give birth. The bunny rabbit scurries under the dark olive bush wagging its white cotton tail. The street light [...]

Taking Care

The snow was all around today, The trees laden, of white fluffy stuff, emerged in the gray blue sky. There was a chill in the air. No birds were singing. The sound of shovels could be heard. The tread of feet crunched in the snow paved drive, Taking care of early morning rise. The day [...]

Much Needed Rain

As the day commences and the gray skies roll in, on this mid September day, I have thoughtless nothingness rolling through my mind. A vague recollection of a sweet dream, brought on by night fall's misty stars.  I try to wrap my mind around the blissful moment, but reality pushes out groggy sleep, to move [...]

March is Still

In the forest, wooden trunks, and structures stark in sunlight, stand tall in their multitude. Sentinels ready to file into Spring, without snow. Inside, the cawing of crows, outside. The ticking of the clock, on the mantel. Shapes of sound, poured into silence of time and space. Lush earthy aroma of cinders in the chimney [...]

The Beauty of Imperfection

In my youth, I made this calligraphy, "Dust of Snow".  My mom guided me in the process. Her love for the poetry of Robert Frost naturally influenced my choice of words. Having saved the original, she handed it over to me later in life.  I cherish it for posterity. Beautiful in all its imperfection, it [...]

“I cannot not sail”

While the grogginess of waking comes over me, on this gray rainy morning in early October, an autumnal mood hangs in the atmosphere. Yesterday, we were forewarned of the coming of Joaquín. Beware! A huge hurricane was riding the waves of the sea!  Relieved, we were spared from another big one. With the season in [...]

If you come back someday.

The day is waiting!  Dawn passed before I awoke, and the sun is getting too bright for comfort.  Alas, one mustn't begrudge the sunshine, though there is nothing like a rainy day to set thoughts in motion. Having awakened with a clean slate, alongside one of many chores, and things to do, I ask, "Which [...]