Dear Fire Hall, You take my husband’s time, and I can share that with you. You capture my husband’s interest, and I can share that too. You divide my husband’s energy, priorities, finances, and obligations, and all this I am willing to share. But now (so that his air mask fits during this month of […]
Confession: I am obsessed with herbs. Gripped. Infatuated. Besotted with herbs. Last year we dug up a patch along the south side of my house and I started an herb garden, with flat slabs of limestone for edging and paths, and a handful of starts from my aunt and a few friends. Thyme. Sage. Rosemary. […]
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said Let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day. –Patrick Kavanagh […]
I love how luminosity can wrap itself around a simple vase of fresh herbs on my kitchen sink, and make the world worth living in.
Did you know that I can hear what plants are saying? This is one reason why I hate weeding (besides the fact that it is hard work): it feels cruel and unfair. I hate the sight of all those babies gasping and shriveling in the sun. When I prune I have to steel myself against […]
Part A Confession: Almost I would give up writing on any issue I care about, for the way in which I am tested in that area immediately afterwards. I wrote about seeing work as play, and immediately began taking my own so seriously I could hardly stop to breathe. I wrote about grace, and started […]