The Wonder of It

The Wonder of It

Is there any wonder That a woman like me, or a man like you, Would want to pen the words of a poem, Or stroke the pigment of a portrait, Or glide graceful to the triune beat of the waltz, If on a regular weekday, timecards punched and dinner waiting, A woman like me,...
The Beauty of Dying Things

The Beauty of Dying Things

Saturday, as I was pruning a bush in the back yard, the little stems that fell to the ground were loaded with bunches of tiny little white berries. They were simple and pretty, so I decided to take them inside and fill a couple of vases with them as center pieces for...
Message in a Bottle

Message in a Bottle

My sister and her husband had been doing some improvement projects around their yard — planting hostas, digging out an old retainer wall, filling in gaps in the yard — when they found a hidden treasure.A burial ground of old bottles. There were soda...
The Hope of a Fall Garden

The Hope of a Fall Garden

It’s an awkward time of year for gardeners.My eggplant has reached its stride, and in addition to the two fruits that hang from its branches, there also is the promise of a couple more blooms. The basil has gone from a rather unpromising shoot that I started...