When I was a little girl my dad had a way of putting a positive spin on things during a challenging week. "It's Wednesday--Hump Day!" he would quip. "Friday will be here before you know it!" This rainy Vermont Wednesday morning the air outside is clean scrubbed. Inside a little of the the maple-cinnamon oatmeal … Continue reading Wednesday Morning
Transitions
Watching the Garden Grow
I drive past this very ambitious looking garden patch on my commute some days, depending how I go. I love this quirkly outdoor art installation. Somebody's got a great sense of humor. And an appreciation for the finer things in life. This always makes me smile, even when I am having a gloomy day. I … Continue reading Watching the Garden Grow
Charge Complete, Okay to Disconnect
"The main question is, Are you actually gonna cook in this amazing kitchen?' The answer came in turn as a question: "Do you want to eat?" I had put this to Handsome Chef Boyfriend a few nights ago during one of our twice-daily phone chats, referring to the beautiful house where I have been dog- … Continue reading Charge Complete, Okay to Disconnect
Time Turner
Hermione's immense workload finally seemed to be getting to her. Every night, without fail, Hermione was to be seen in a corner of the common room, several tables spread with books, Arithmancy charts, rune dictionaries, diagrams of Muggles lifting heavy objects, and file upon file of extensive notes; she barely spoke to anybody and snapped when … Continue reading Time Turner
White Noise
This is theatre week for us at ballet school; Thursday we have lengthy tech rehearsals, Friday dress rehearsals, and two curtains on Saturday. The academic year draws to a close, its labors bear fruit, the school's young dancers showcase what they have learned in the guise of ambitious new works created just for them. Predictably … Continue reading White Noise
Finding Elusive Beauty
Last week I observed to someone how easily I can descend into a bad place when I think of my life’s recent milestones in terms of loss: family, home, livelihood. This happened to me more or less all at once about two years ago. And then just on the heels of venturing a thousand miles … Continue reading Finding Elusive Beauty
Secret Garden Part I
Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I squeezed much into our Saturday as we are wont to do; it is really our only day together every week, so to quote Eloise, You can imagine.... In the late afternoon we pushed up our sleeves and got to work clearing and preparing beds in the terraced gardens on the beautiful … Continue reading Secret Garden Part I
Gracie’s Tomatoes
My great-grandmother lived 'til I was into my thirties; notably, for all but the last couple of months of her life, she was pretty dang lucid, too. Had she survived another year she'd have met her great-great-grandson. But, to quote a friend, she still won. Gracie. She lived in a tiny, vernacular cottage perched at … Continue reading Gracie’s Tomatoes
What NOW?
This is food, potentially. Heirloom beans, organic peas, Swiss chard, summer squash. All started from seed, in these little incubator thingummies that come with soil pods. Not making this up: you just add water and then poke a couple seeds into each cup. Problem is, I am a terrible gardener. I could not grow a veggie garden … Continue reading What NOW?
I am officially a criminal.
Yup. In the eyes of the law, I have committed a crime. And looky there: it says I DISOBEYED a traffic control device. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself. But this is actually a speeding ticket dressed in drag, sorta. And it is my first ever moving violation. Seriously. Handsome Chef Boyfriend and … Continue reading I am officially a criminal.
Sycamore Stories 