We got a really early start to beat the crowds and make sure parking wasn’t a problem…and it worked out really well. Oh my this place is so wonderful. We have three days in the park so today we stayed in Yosemite Valley. First up we hiked to the lower falls although calling it a …
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it …
The first baseball game I’ve ever been to was in 1988… I was 18 years old, spending the summer at my AFS sister’s house in Wisconsin and the Milwaukee Brewers were part of my education. (I also attended Summer Fest where we twisted to a Chubby Checker concert, caught a 17lb salmon on lake Michigan, …
I think I can genuinely blame Ali for this one. She’s the one who texted me a picture of a pair of denim from Anthropologie covered in sashiko embroidery. She sowed the seed. And then that seed grew and grew and when I saw a pair of jeans in my size down to the most …
I’ve been eyeing peplum tops for a while and then the lovely Fiona (you can find her here) suggest the Marthe top (or Blouse Marthe) and I was sold. I wasn’t sure which fabric to use, well aware that something not drapey enough would look stiff and sticky-outy (… you find me a better word …
The best time of the day (by Raymond Carver) Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder. These the happiest moments in the day. Next to the early morning hours, of course. And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon, and early evening hours. But …
… and exhale… Today is the first day in ages that I have no commitments, no appointments, no email that I must write or the world will stop spinning, no vital phone call to make or places to be… Feels good to get back to the routine. (I must be getting old). Now, don’t you …
This World (by Mary Oliver) I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it. The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star. The ants bore into the peony bud and …
I feel like I need to begin this post with a picture of bluebells spotted on my walk last Saturday because everybody is posting about bluebells and I hate feeling left out. There, you’ve seen them, now let’s move on because if there is one thing I hate more than feeling left out is following …
You know that feeling you get when you re-emerge into the world after you’ve been reading for hours and you kind of feel disconnected and dazed and not quite sure in which reality you are? (If you don’t you should try it… it’s weird but wonderful). Well I’m in this ‘in-between’ at the moment. Yesterday …
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