Sometimes Monday (and a reminder!) | 3.24.25
When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future. ― Aberjhani, Collected...
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”
― Seneca
In My Backyard | Winter ’24-’25
You can't get too much winter in the winter. — Robert Frost Amen, Mr. Frost. Amen! It was the most glorious winter season that I can remember in a long time. We had snow that actually stayed on the ground for more than a day or two. It was perfectly cold! Sweater...
A Gathering of Poetry | 3.20.25
I don't know about you all, but these days poetry is the lifeline that is keeping me sane. As the tsunami grows larger, I read more poetry. I don't want to imagine what my life would be like if there was no poetry... thankfully, that will never be a reality because...
Unraveled Wednesday | 3.18.25
Greetings gentle Unravelers! It is my favorite day of the week!! I have more progress on my vest! I almost have the body almost completed...I just have half a dozen rounds of ribbing to go and then I will begin the arm hole ribbing! I am not thinking about the neck...
Sometimes Monday | 3.17.25
Is all about distractions. I don't know about you, but I am very much in need of distractions right now! Distraction One... I found some scraps of watercolor paper, so I broke them down into eight very small pieces. My plan... a little series of "three color"...
Unraveled Wednesday | 3.12.25
Greetings gentle Unraveler's and Happy Wednesday! March weather certainly has been very March-like this year and I am most pleased! We have had sunshine, some rain, some snow, lots of wind, and even temps that neared 70 in the first 12 days of this month! I am not the...
Sometimes Monday | 3.10.25
... anyone else finding the struggle to be all too real as we "sprung ahead" an hour Saturday night? Yesterday I missed the light on my once again dark o'clock walk with Frankie. And said walk was back to silence... no birdsong to cheer us on our way because it was...