Monthly Archives: March 2020

We are here. We reached the end of 31 days of writing. It has been a month that has changed us in more ways than one. There is the wider world change that really hit the United States this month. … Continue reading →

Monday – the sun is up and air is still cool and there is frost rising from the ground. I wear only a light Polartec, no big jacket, and my old trusty clogs to make the rounds in my city … Continue reading →

No, the schools in my area are not open. They, just like myself, are doing distance learning. Yes, I decided to take a class that started with week. I decided to be one of the millions who are learning in … Continue reading →

The curser is blinking at me. There is so much to say but most of it has already been said. It is not that I have run out of words. It is that I don’t want to write these words … Continue reading →

The winter has done its damage. The trees have dropped some of their branches. Last years brilliant green leaves are faded yellow and smashed into the garden soil. It looks bleak and dreary. It makes my heart sad.     … Continue reading →

The sun is up. The sky is blue and it is clear that spring is close by. The early bulbs are flowering and the tulips and daffodils are well on their way to standing tall in a few weeks. Every … Continue reading →

Little Man (he is 9 months old) was here last Friday for half the day. Mom and Dad were working at home in the mornings and he was “working” here. He spent half his time moving from sitting to getting … Continue reading →

The Sun is shifting to the north. The days are longer and a tad bit warmer here in the northland. There are just a few of the early plants that have decided to show their faces. The season is shifting … Continue reading →

I have showered. I have watered plants. I have put the towels in the laundry. I have made two cups of tea and found the pretzels. I have answered e-mails, peaked at FaceBook and walked around the house several times. … Continue reading →

After the Silence by Neil Gaiman (this is just the last stances of his poem. Please take a minute to go and read or hear the whole poem read by Amanda Palmer. There’s a voice that rumbles beneath us and … Continue reading →