Nearly Spring

Its early March and in Maine that means one thing: spring is not here yet.  I can say that the weather has been amazingly spring-like and that I have been soaking in the feeling of warm sun on my back.  I even walked barefoot across […]

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Stop and Smell

The Lilacs! Oh, the lilacs! The blossoming bushes’ perfume is filling the air these days. Hints of the sweet smell waft and trail on the wind. It is a beckoning scent, teasing and suggesting that I stop what I am doing and run outside to […]

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I am taking a permaculture class this month and we have been looking at patterns in nature. Regular, irregular, spiraling, repeating and scattered, once I start looking I see them everywhere. Save

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Signs of Life

A few weeks ago I planted the first seeds of the year. The miracle of something so small, hard and shriveled awakening from the dark, cool soil has begun. For now the little sprouts are so precious, worth a picture, even. They will grow and […]

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Dreaming of Bountiful Gardens

It is a chilly April day here in Maine. After a couple days of April showers, any hints of sun are welcome and in contrast to the the gray of the sky, the grass is becoming bright green. Although its still early for planting, its […]

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Dessert for a Friend

Its a curious thing, how so much time and space can come between friends, but, when reunited, its as though there had been no distance at all. My friend Jamie was visiting last week from Thailand, which has been her home for the past year. […]

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The Light

Across the gardens, across the schoolyards Across the chapels where lovers have leapt    Across the table in our old kitchen                    Across the cities where our future slept                 It’s the […]

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A Hint of Green

The first days of spring are a fragile pleasure. Though the mornings are cold, the sun is slower to leave in the evening, it is warmer and brighter, too. I want to throw myself whole heartedly into what feels like the beginning of this delightful […]

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Small Joys

Time flies by and by the end of the week the beginning seems like a distant, vague memory. The weeks swing round and I find myself in the same spot I was a week ago like no time has passed. But in between are all […]

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