Jump In

No matter how cold the water is, my daughter will always jump in. I admire that quality in kids. This weekend it will be sweltering hot and we’ll be camping on a lake. I plan to take a tip from the youngsters and make the leap without dipping a toe.

White Tinged Blue

Whites of January—tinged with blue. I draw back the curtains to the cawing of crows, the papery bark of birches, the tracks of deer under the crabapple tree below our window. The quilt looks like the landscape in the meadow, puckered and pocked after last...