Writing on the front porch again. I hear the crows overhead cawing and feel the balmy wind as it blows over the lake. I suspect rain later today. A cup of cold coffee leftover from this morning’s breakfast sits on the table. I take a sip and think about Rowan, asleep on the bed for… Continue reading A Midday Summer’s Daydream
A cardinal hops along the bushes just outside our front window. The birds chirp while the occasional car and cyclist whoosh past our otherwise quiet street. Inside the a/c hums, and all feels still. White Jasmine flowers bloom lush and heavy on green ever winding vines that have crept their way in and out of… Continue reading kitchen inspiration
Saturday afternoon, while hundreds of festivalgoers attended Tampa Bay’s sixth annual VegFest at Cotanchobee Fort Brooke Park, we noticed one man stand out from the crowd. He was, in fact, stand-up paddle boarding along the Hillsborough River, with his stout black dog along for the ride. I will always remember this sight. All at once… Continue reading What stand up paddle boarding has taught me.
I am happy taking slow walks around the neighborhood with Piper, always the same route lately. In the morning, we often see neighbors watering plants in their front yards, or cracking their front doors demurely, still in pajamas, to let their dogs out for a quick break. We pass the same house for sale each… Continue reading Pleasures
Today we spent the early morning hours downtown. We ambled through Munn Park, threw pennies into a small fountain, and walked along sidewalks, waiting for the shops to open. Today, being the first Friday of the month, Lakeland will host an event downtown with local vendors, and the shops will stay open late. I felt… Continue reading Downtown Lakeland in the morning, and Will’s new blog.
Sundays and Mondays are usual days of reflection and inspiration for me. I find the close of one week and the beginning of another the perfect junction for setting intentions and succumbing to daydreams. I mopped the floors this morning. Something about the long strokes of the mop settles me, much the same way as… Continue reading Musings for the week ahead – food, yoga, and meditation.
Outside, the scent of Jasmine lingers around our doorway, emanating from the vine that creeps up and around the ironwork just in front of our house. The orchid by the steps now sports three flowers. All of our hibiscus bushes are in bloom. Otherworldly dragonflies glide through the air as the sun casts its light on their iridescent bodies and paper-thin… Continue reading Spring as we see it.
As a child, I can remember my mother and father tending to our vegetable garden and watering the many colorful and fragrant flowers that bordered our house in Connecticut. I love the tiny, upside down fairy cup blossoms of the Lily of the Valley, the delicate purple clusters of Lilacs, and the dried, papery white… Continue reading Memories of a garden and some flowers
Monday 9:30 AM. I think about how my daughter and I will laugh as we throw pennies into the fountain at a nearby outdoor shopping plaza. I have seen the coins shining there in the water before, though only recently thought to reach into an old change purse and cast a wish myself. I have… Continue reading On wishing
The aroma of salt, olive oil, and garlic still lingers on my fingertips from this afternoon’s satisfying lunch of spaghetti Aglio e Olio, a hempseed laden garden kale salad, and thickly sliced sweet potato wedges straight from the oven. I have written before of how cooking is a delightfully sensory experience, and today I must say… Continue reading Why I cook – or, Lunch: sweet potato wedges, kale salad, and spaghetti Aglio e Olio.