The first of the neighborhood roses and these words: 1 Only now, in spring, can the place be named: tulip poplar, daffodil, crab apple, dogwood, budding pink-green, white-green, yellow on my knowing. All winter…
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The bruise is spreading like a slowly blooming jellyfish across my left hip. Dark purple and bright blue and blurry at the edges. It’s tender to the touch and my blue jeans put more…
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A reminder to get yourself someplace warm in February, even if it’s just a greenhouse. What’s your favorite warm-up spot? Despite a lifetime spent mostly in the Northeast and mostly having a tough time…
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The ultimate daydream: A sunshine-y forest walk in May even though we’re stuck smack in the middle of February. I can’t wait for sandals and buckets and days when the earth lets out its…
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Today’s total eclipse of the sun, tonight’s stars. Whatever it is, turning your gaze skyward is a thing to do. We’re headed out of the city this week for a little late summer adventure to…
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Sometimes you just have to make yourself do something. You have an idea, or the memory of an idea, and you say: Oh, I should find the time to do that again. What fun…
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We’ve been singing rounds of Wheels on the Bus, except instead of rousing odes to wheels and windows and wipers, we’re celebrating a rowdy bus of animals: cows and doggies and fish, if you’d like to know.…
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Elderflowers bloom in spring and so imbibing them in the springtime seems like a wise and festive thing to do. An elderflower cordial is not an alcoholic drink. It’s a glorified soda. But cordial is a…
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This is partially an ode to my favorite road trip pastime of sitting shotgun and pointing out places to pull off the road and gather wildflowers. And partially an ode to the ability to…
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While we’re busy battling jet lag, missing coffee meetings with friends while we oversleep, and generally bumbling about town with our eyes half-open, here are a few thoughts on traveling—somewhere nearby or far flung—and…