... is the perfect time to rest. Time to read a novel that demands our full attention. Time to follow the lead of mother nature, to bury ourselves under the thickest of blankets, to hunker down, as my mom likes to say; a hibernation of sorts. Time to linger long around the dinner table, candles […]
A short thought or poem for the weekend, friends ... Happiness A bee settled on a rose petal. It sipped, and off it flew. All in all, happiness, too, is something little. Trilussa (aka Carlo Alberto Salustri 1871-1950)
Chuck and I drove out to our new treehouse in the woods last night. We deliberately didn't listen to news on the drive. No music, either. Just casual catching up, the easy conversation of almost 40 years of the deepest kind of friendship. It was a beautiful summer evening in Iowa. Not too hot, mostly […]
