Just boiled eggs are cooling in a bowl on the kitchen counter, waiting to be turned into salad for lunch. I’m on the front porch desperately trying to fit in a moment of writing. My mug filled with coffee warmed over a second time on the stove, let’s try this again. Rowan is barefoot on… Continue reading Life in quarantine
Greetings from Lakeland on the eve of a new decade! It’s a cool and overcast day outside. Still, I brought the children to the park before lunch and we all enjoyed the fresh air. We will celebrate quietly at home tonight, but before the fun begins I wanted to pop in and share some thoughts… Continue reading On the eve of a new decade
The current temperature in Lakeland, FL is 92 degrees with 57% humidity. In my childhood hometown of Danbury, Connecticut, the temperature is 63 degrees but surprisingly even more humid — looks like the weathermen there are predicting rain soon. Still, the thought of a cool and rainy September afternoon has me longing for some time… Continue reading September down memory lane
Here I am, midweek and on the cusp of a new school year. Sure, we have a few more weeks of summer, but I can feel the change approaching and it is bittersweet. I’m so excited for our girl to begin first grade, and to have the mornings with our youngest to play before he… Continue reading Wednesday
We are back at home after a day spent in Bartow. We went Downtown after a doctor’s appointment to eat lunch at a little Cuban restaurant called Havana Delights. By the time we settled in, I was in much need of some nourishment. Fortunately, with my first few bites of food and sips of cafe… Continue reading On the third afternoon of the New Year
Will just came home and is sitting with Piper under the carport teaching her to write her name with chalk. We have leftover vegetables roasting in the oven, mainly some sliced root vegetables along with what’s leftover of a red onion, a few Brussels sprouts, and a yellow bell pepper. I tossed the lot in… Continue reading Rainy day reflections-
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
Yesterday proved a challenging and enlightening day with my daughter. Significantly, she turned 17 months to the day. Our mornings usually have a pace to them; wake up slowly with snuggles, play with a few toys as mommy fixes up a quick warm breakfast, eat said breakfast together, then begin to get ready for a… Continue reading Independence, 17 months, inner child.