It’s a cool, damp and foggy morning in New Hampshire. The biting cold of the last few days now but a memory. Surely, the seasons are upside down nowadays, for all the reasons we already know. The lichen seem to appreciate the continuation of our soggy 2023 into December. It’s been a nonstop party for…
Through the windowwe could see how far away it was to the gates of April.Let the fire nowput on its red hatand sing to us.— Mary Oliver, November November comes to an end, and just like that, December is at our doorstep. The ambient light of incandescent and LED bulbs make total darkness an impossibility…
“People have often been happy here and the walls have absorbed some of that delight.” — Adam Nicholson, Sea Room It’s happened once again. The house transformed over a day from one holiday theme to the next. “Halloween” quickly flipped to “Thanksgiving”, “Thanksgiving” to “Christmas”. These are the days of rapid-fire theme decorating, supported by…
Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle.Everything I do is stitched with its color.”― W.S. Merwin, Separation Stick season brings a different kind of light with it. Trees stand like soldiers, marching across landscapes, over hills and deep into valleys. Without the cover of leaves, we see things otherwise obscured. The early…
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do…
My sorrow, when she’s here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She’s glad the birds are gone away,She’s glad her simple worsted greyIs silver…
To live in this worldyou must be ableto do three things:to love what is mortal;to hold itagainst your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it go.— Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods This is the time of year when the leaves release from the trees and…
Another Halloween is upon us. Frightening how quickly the time flies, isn’t it? How quickly we move through our days. The only proper way to honor that is to make this one special. Ah, but there’s work to do. People to talk to and things scheduled. But at least we can get a glimpse of…
Given this day, Right now To ponder; Yesterday will not return, Who knows about tomorrow?— Awa Kenzo, Zen Bow, Zen Arrow Yesterday, in one of those only in New England moments, I cleared the lawn of leaves, mowed the lawn neatly halfway across, and in a glance up and behind me witnessed thousands of leaves…
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondanceWith the stars up above in your eyesA fantabulous night to make romance‘Neath the cover of October skiesAnd all the leaves on the trees are fallingTo the sound of the breezes that blowYou know I’m tryin’ to please to the callingOf your heartstrings that play soft and lowYou…