Monthly Archives: May 2013

Four generations

My 93-year-old grandmother just met her just-shy-of-six-month-old great-granddaughter for the first time. Grandma’s been too weakened by health problems to travel–particularly after staying several days in the hospital recently–so my brother, his wife, and their baby made the 6 hour trek north from Chicago. Grandma had been looking wan lately, but not on Sunday; her […]

The Interlude

Chaussette remains cruelly separated from her avian playmates I’m sitting on the grass with a tractor full of chicks and a puppy full of longing. (Well, the “Chicken Tractor” isn’t literally a tractor; it’s a mesh-sided box that allows the chicks to forage on grass or a garden plot without resulting in a full-scale chicken […]

Planting the Mulberry Tree

Yesterday brought an event I’ve long anticipated: The Planting of Grandma’s Mulberry Tree. I’d been dreaming of that moment since I ordered the tree in November. Grandma had grown up with a mulberry tree that supported and nourished her. (I wrote about her bond with it in my posting “The Mulberry Tree.”) I’d envisioned the […]

The Peri Tree

My long-anticipated mulberry trees have finally arrived. I’d ordered them in my grandmother’s honor—she grew up with a mulberry tree in her backyard—and I figured it would be best to hedge my bets by buying three, one for her house and two for mine. (These trees are more than just trees; they’re commemorations of my […]

My Five-Year-Old Loves Chicks (Literally)

The Muse apparently doesn’t like to get her hands dirty; she’s been conspicuously absent during this last couple weeks of intense dirt-moving, planting, and chick-wrangling. But I feel so many of those moments I’d been aspiring to preserve slipping away, I need to record at least SOMETHING of the recent past. Time is limited at […]

Buried snowdrops

This pair of snowdrops emerged unexpectedly a week or two ago, blooming alone in the drab brown landscape. I’d forgotten I even planted them, and I saw them as a symbol of hope: the labor I did long ago yielded sudden and surprising flowers. They’re now buried under several inches of snow; who knows what […]

The May Snowstorm

It’s May 2, and my son is home from school because of a snow day; I presume that most Wisconsin residents (and anyone else in the storm’s path) will agree that this weather is freakish, unnatural, and just plain wrong. But on the plus side, the still-naked trees seem to be sadder but wiser. Last […]