Adding to the "yard art" I have relighted the Christmas candle, replacing the batteries that expired a few days ago. After all, some folks are putting their seasonal lights back up. Why not me? It sits in the window above the white cross we brought from Dallas,...
This First-of-a-Kind Easter Observance
As this first-of-a-kind Easter observance for Doug and me was ending, I started watching a YouTube doctor explain how COVID-19 kills us, having just heard the weather forecast for our area for the next 24 hours. As I felt my breathing become shallower, I urged myself...
Easter 2020: A Celebration Like None We Have Never Known
Douglas faithfully dyed Easter eggs when the kids were little; he carefully hid them, too. So carefully, sometimes I found a couple when later in the spring as I weeded. This year, of course, dying Easter eggs was not on my agenda of must-dos; nor on Doug’s either. ...
Why Easter is More Restorative than Spring
Usually Easter means wonderful warm weather for new plants, and returning favorites. But, Easter is later this year. So, the dashes and dots of yellow, pink, lavender, and white against the emerging soft greens are especially refreshing. The winter this year has been...
I Learned to Celebrate Easter When I Realized Death Was In My Carriage!
An Easter Greeting Easter is a more benign, less confrontational name than Resurrection Sunday. Everybody can celebrate Easter – but not everybody celebrates the word resurrection, because death is so tied to it. In fact less than half, only 42 percent of Americans...
Indian Winter
April is leaving behind a week of Indian Winter . . . that is, unseasonably chilly weather arrived about ten hours after I switched the winter bedding and clothes. My affect on the weather is not a new gift . But frankly, I am glad for this respite. These cool...
Found! A New Word: Smooring . . .
A New Word When I opened the evening reading, I did a double take: SMOORING(?)(!) What on earth? Reading the first sentence — The Christian’s journey is a succession of advances and halts —hooked me. Then, with the next I took the bait: It isn’t God’s plan we...
Memories from Mill Creek, part 1
Over forty-five years ago, I joined a water class that a new friend, Joanne Scott, offered at her studio on Mill Creek, outside of Annapolis, Maryland. For several years, until she moved her classes to Maryland Hall, Joanne welcomed a small group of newbies and...
It Could Have Been Snow
Snow?! It could have been snow, I said to Doug as the fourth day of rain began. The vestiges of hurricane Ian met some wind and formed what some forecasters called a Nor’ Easter. So far, we've had four + inches of rain; that would would have been a bunch of snow — ...
The Day After
The day after Easter is not unlike the day after Christmas. For those who are fortunate enough to have it off, — and once upon a time, many, many people did — it’s a day of recovery, reflections, and reconnoitering. A Day of Recovery I have been recovering from two...
A Brace and a Banister
There are some days I just need a brace — those days when my back resists an upright posture. Now, everyday I need a banister as I ascend and descent the cellar steps. Balance and sure-footedness have never been constant companions. But they are more frequently AWOL...
Anticipation and Its Inspiration
Inspiration Up Close Early days in spring are my favorite; almost as much as the later days in autumn delight me. I like the contrast between the soft colors of early spring as much as I enjoy the vibrancy of peak autumn colors. Both color palettes inspire feelings...
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