There is magic in the present moment. I had every intention of writing about our day at the market yesterday, about seeing Toulouse Lautrec at the art museum, and about our our time with friends and their pet pig Rose. Instead, I am moved to share with you the sight of the leaves dancing on… Continue reading Sunday here & now
Today is wet, gray, and quiet. I am sitting at my writing desk with the window open; the rain has stopped for the moment. No one is outside except for the squirrels and birds. The still grass and tree leaves are covered in the sheen of this morning’s rain. The sky grows darker as I… Continue reading Rainy day notes
I’m looking out the window from my seat behind our desk in the music room. It’s a sunny day in Florida today, and I can see a breeze rustling through the leaves of the tree (Piper’s favorite) just beyond the window pane. There is a shiny steel blue car parked in front of the blue… Continue reading A little note on a Tuesday morning
As I step onto the back porch to transfer a small load of laundry to the dryer, the promise of afternoon sun beckons me further into the yard. The concrete walkway feels warm on the soles of my bare feet. I step into the grass, which is patchy and irregular. I feel the sandy earth… Continue reading Just (now) a moment
This morning we smelled orange blossoms as we walked down to the lake. My neighbor’s tree is a mix of hanging fruit and heady flowers. I picked one up that had fallen to the ground and showed Rowan, who said it smelled like honey. Later, we found a tall dandelion growing in the patch of… Continue reading Small pleasures
I’m looking outside the window at my neighbor’s orange tree, heavy with hanging fruit that is almost ripe enough to eat. A man rides his bike slowly through the street. He, like many others this morning, is bundled in layers to ward off the cold. I hear his tires come to a halt, and watch… Continue reading Friday daydreams
In her book titled Home Cooking, author Laurie Colwin writes that “cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest.” People lie, she says, when asked what they eat when they are alone. Colwin explains: “A salad, they tell you. But when you persist, they confess to peanut butter and bacon sandwiches deep fried and eaten… Continue reading On matters of taste
Good Morning! I’m sitting at the breakfast table. The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the room this morning. The shades are still closed here in the dining room, but the early morning sunlight is beginning to stream through the kitchen windows some feet away, a reminder to begin cooking breakfast soon. The house is quiet… Continue reading The perks of waking up early
Thursday morning, October 1st sounds like leaf blowers whirring in unison throughout the neighborhood. We hear distant echoes of the early morning trains as they roll through downtown. Down at the lake, ducks quack throatily while a gallinule calls out from its hiding place amongst the lily pads. The autumn wind whistles in our ears,… Continue reading Sounds – smells – feels
I’m sitting at Will’s drafting desk in our little spare room. It’s dark and cool in here, and the windows are all fogged up from last night’s rain. A mug of steaming chai tea with half and half and honey sits to my right. The mug is one of my favorites: the color of red… Continue reading In my Thoughtful Spot
The Wren's Nest 