The sky has a white glow; the sun is nearly set. In Scotland it is called the gloaming. Kids running in the grass square that sits in the middle of the camp sites. Some are on swings, a few play catch, the rest chase each other or play games whose rules evolve constantly as imagination…
Once again we are at the coast, avoiding the scorching heat of the valley. The worst of the heat should be done by the time we head home on Friday. The weather here is clear and mild, the sky a high, pale blue. Jays have been hopping around the camp pecking for food, making an awful squawk. It…
The sky is a perfect blue this morning. A breeze ruffles my curtains, keeping off the heat that will develop later today. It is going to be our first hot day of the summer according to the weather forecast. A sudden change from the rainy, gloomy days of the past week. The weather an objective…
The window over the sink was still open from last night. I could smell the spring air as I made my way through the kitchen in the dark, heading for the light switch and coffee pot. The air felt warm, a good sign for my tomato starts and young pole bean plants. Spring has been…
It is daylight, nearly 7:00 AM. The garbage truck has banged its way up and down the street, leaving containers tossed along the curb, or nearly into the middle of the street. It is Thursday morning. On Tuesday, Lydia had tea here with Darci, our daughter-in-law, and Gabby, our new granddaughter. It was reminiscent of…
Monday and it is finally daylight. It just looks like a winter day out the window. There is a half-light greyness about and a stillness as though the world is reluctant to stir, to face another day of pandemic and riots and hard choices. I have been up since 3:00, easing into the day with…
It is late afternoon a few days after Christmas. The pale gray sky is rapidly dimming. It is cold out and damp. It will freeze tonight, lightly. Not enough moisture to make ice or snow. I have some fish marinating, tomatoes sliced, and some garlic asparagus ready to broil. It is late at night, end…
A Gentler Waiting Daylight is slowly changing the window to a pale grey. There is a cold fog looming which seems to dampen the usual noise of morning. Even the garbage trucks an hour ago seemed muted. I had a long sleepless night, finally catching some rest between 3 and 5. Then I was awake.…
I do not pick when I write. I write when time allows and I have ideas I want to put on paper. Just now is an example. Most often I write in the early morning when it is quiet and I have had a chance to think about my ideas. Lydia is napping. It is…
Last night was like so many other recent nights; after sleeping for an hour or two, I woke up. I tried my usual remedies: I went to the bathroom, I took a melatonin, I tried two peanut butter cookies and a small glass of port. I read my Kindle. I read a post from an…
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