Southern friends, this one's for you. (And it is emphatically not a metaphor for anything.) Late last winter or maybe early spring, not sure, Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I were headed across the Connecticut River to a favorite little eatery over in Lyme for a pleasant cold-grey-day lunch. I was behind the wheel of my … Continue reading Bump in the Road
Winter
Polar Vortex
Yes, it really is as bad as it seems. Looks like a five-year-old got into the yarn, huh? Or maybe the booze? Multiply by ten, and you're almost there. I remember an epic argument between my teenage self and my mama just before my senior year in high school. Take Home Economics, she urged; you … Continue reading Polar Vortex
Achilles Heel
Today Clarence and I walked. Again. I have taken a break from running because the pain from a chronic Achilles injury has been too bad to push, and until today, the weather has not inspired me to run. But we reached a soaring 87 degrees in my part of Vermont today--lots of grumbling from locals … Continue reading Achilles Heel
Fairy Godmother
This is my Fairy Godmother, my "Auntie" Jane, who also happens to be one of my former ballet teachers, currently visiting all the way from Memphis. This picture of her was made just before a spring workshop performance there in about 1975; I was among those young ballerinas in the photo somewhere. Although we are … Continue reading Fairy Godmother
Ice fishing, anyone?
This was ice fishing derby weekend on the lake where I live. Last night the people who belong to this particular ice fishing shanty--and who clearly have a sense of humor--were possibly up all night, bright lights ablaze (still shining when I went to sleep past midnight), presumably attempting to hook the prize winning catch. … Continue reading Ice fishing, anyone?
House Wine of the South
It is a balmy 37 degrees outside today, day four of my miserable head cold. The inside of my little house is toasty--all the heat is shut off save the pellet stove and I am happily barefoot and wearing a tank top. I made my first pitcher of iced tea in many weeks; could not … Continue reading House Wine of the South
Greetings from Vermont
Wintry chores, indoors. Ballet classes, reading glasses. Ice skate, bread bake. Lake run, too much fun. Work-play, lazy day. Valentines, canines. Pot-au-feu, boyfriend, too. Crossword puzzle, doggy muzzle. Foot rubs, lots of snug-gles. Heavy sighs, long goodbyes. Greetings from Vermont.
Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
Yes, I really did this last night underneath a sky that was so incredibly dark and brilliant with stars and planets I am not sure my words can do it justice. My small digital Canon PowerShot simply can’t capture what I saw, so I had to grab something that approximates the nighttime sky in rural … Continue reading Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
The lake has spoken.
Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I skated around the lake again day before yesterday (no, that is not us in the photo--that woman does not have a death grip on her friend); this time we went for the entire circuit, about four and a half miles. The wind was rough at times and on occasion the … Continue reading The lake has spoken.
Sycamore Stories 