Passing

For the last month or so I kept noticing that the first two lines of Emily Dickinson’s poem “Death” were occasionally passing through my mind, like the crawl on CNN. I am very fond of Emily so I was simultaneously intrigued and curious. Last Friday evening I received a phone call that began with the […]

In Search of Spring (Still)

Granted this insatiable quest for spring (echoed in antsy gardening blogs around the globe, I might add) is fueled undoubtedly by weeks of warm dry weather. Not a drop of rain. So of course I got my hopes up, shoving my guilt to the back of the room, knowing in my heart of hearts we […]

A Seasonal Tale

“Boats, Island Bay” Rita Angus Once upon a time there lived a wee small girl with long golden hair. She lived in a small house atop a hill overlooking a large blue bay dotted forever with the white sails of small boats that bobbed upon the sparkling water. In the center of the bay was […]

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