Foggy Mornings, Paris Awaits

August left and so did the feeling of summer. Greg Brown sings, “One day fall appears with a chilly dawn,” and we know how that feels. I like the shift, to be honest. And each year when this shift happens I try to get some garden time in while I pack my...

Return of the Mod Peacock

Happy summer evening to you all. The Mod Peacock art I designed for Wild Apple has just appeared on this indoor/outdoor rug by JellyBeans, a division of Home Fires. It is cheering up the porch—desperately in need of paint. I am loath to wipe my feet on this beauty...

Salad Days

Between thunderstorms we’re celebrating the salad days of summer. The thunderstorms have been a daily occurrence. No swimming in the river to beat the heat. {But Paul’s watermelon cocktail on July Fourth was a good idea.} And salad. The row of mixed...

The Stars, the Moon

“You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.” —Annie Dillard I like to sit in the dark when I can. Let my eyes adjust and see what...