After a few weeks of holiday chaos–and a round of technical difficulties with my work website that made me seriously consider becoming Amish–I’m finally ready to post again. My subject: Ugly Sweaters. The Augusta Friends of the Library hosted an Ugly Sweater party at the Beaver Bowl last night. Would anyone come? Questionable. Did I […]
The Earth around me is bleak, shivering under a thin mantle of snow. So I’ll add cheer to the day by posting a scene from autumn’s full glory. There. That helped.
A dear friend–Sage’s “Goddess Mother”–recently visited us with her two young daughters. It was a memorable day: they bonded with horses… Ate raspberries… And, of course, sat on giant pumpkins. I hope all three children will remember this day, with its unplugged exuberance. And I hope their children will be able to experience something like […]
Despite being mostly neglected lately, a recent visit to Sage’s giant pumpkin patch has proven that the enormous fruits are carrying on, with or without us. They might not end up as the 400 pound leviathans of my boys’ dreams, but hey–they’re pretty darn respectable. Sage reclines on a giant pumpkin in mid-October. This […]
Last week, I wrote about the flowers that made unexpected but welcome visits to my garden. They were not, however, the only unexpected visitors. Here are a couple more: The snake provided a fun little diversion, and Sage and I relocated it to a secure location before Paul could come home and park on top […]
Originally posted on Moments of Unexpected Beauty:
NAOMI’S REBELLION Re-told by Rebecca White Body Introduction This story recounts an incident that occurred when my grandmother, Naomi Kimball Harris, was about ten years old. In re-telling it, I’ve tried to weave in elements from other stories she’s told over the years in order to show how…
Despite my ambitious spring intentions, my garden by fall always becomes a Darwinian struggle for survival. This year is no exception. In my defense, the chaotic jungle makes an excellent wildlife refuge; just ask the bunnies and the butterflies. And in my further defense, sometimes the chaos produces lovely and unexpected flowers. These uninvited but […]