on the bedside table
Odd items, I suppose, a tiny scrapbook of family pictures, the remains of my first and probably last attempt at eating escargot and a blade of grass picked up on the way home.
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I have written of Steve’s kitchen quite often and in various ways, from the dishes he prepares to the memories evoked by his simple act of making coffee. This autumn, I have found that even with that...
View Articlevirginia leaves
When I return to Virginia, I am always surprised in a wondrous way by the beauty of the light falling upon the landscape. It is different than the light that inspires me here in New England. At some...
View Articlelike a veil of stars
Ice upon windows is beautiful. At night that can be hard to remember as I shiver under the covers. But in the morning when the wintry sun strikes the delicate forms layered upon the glass … well,...
View Articlegordon’s poinsettia
A poinsettia sits in the kitchen window, a holiday gift still providing much pleasure.
View Articlemeanwhile, outside the window …
… a beautiful light falls upon the landlord’s trees and shrubs. I have said it once and I’ll say it again, one day I will have to make him a book of all the beauty I’ve seen out of his windows over...
View ArticlePorches Revisited
I have learned that my brother and I have been independently dreaming of front porches. We live in homes now that have porches of a sort but not the porch of our childhood. Each of us is feeling that...
View Articlean everlasting spring in the magazine Celebrate Home
It was a delight to receive an email from graphic design artist and photographer Cindy Dyer earlier this year. I had “liked” a post on her beautiful blog and she had visited mine in response. She...
View Articleyou should write …
We spoke by phone. I sat in my kitchen in Somerville, MA while my younger brother sat outside his home in Lynchburg, VA. After I had described my latest walk by the water and what I might write...
View Articlesteve’s cheese bread
Joy is also found in Steve’s cheese bread that he likes to make on a whim and never the same way twice! I should have photographed the finished product, all golden brown out of the oven, but somehow...
View Articlea walk in her world
Growing up in Virginia, my parents made clear quite often that “times are tight.” Many a fellow classmate wore more expensive clothes but mine were just as clean and it didn’t matter that they were...
View Articledona nobis pacem, a series of sights and sounds
And so the morning began with sounds. Laying in bed listening to snow slide from the roof. Over breakfast listening to Steve tell stories of his night. My brothers’ voices, one via voice mail, him...
View Articlea warm corner
I was originally planning to title this post, “phoning home.” I’ve not yet become comfortable taking photos with my phone but I really wanted to try capturing the fast falling light in this corner of...
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