Category Archives: seasons

To autumn.

“How fine the air. A temperate sharpness about it. Really, without joking – chaste weather – Dian skies.” – John Keats, Sept. 1819 In autumn the world is tipped between flower and seed, between glorious life and the turning of … Continue reading

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Spring waters.

Blustery raw wind, gray sky, cold.  But I’m glad, because it’s raining.  Not snowing.  Raining. All the gutters and downspouts are trickling, cutting channels through the grungy continents of ice now going soft and grainy everywhere.  Dark and muscular, our … Continue reading

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Pigs among the windfalls.

September, with the smell of fall caught and blowing around in the trees as Keats inevitably rustles inside my head: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness….  One afternoon I take a break from my massive sabbatical writing project — which … Continue reading

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A sweet, savory summer salad.

So while maybe it’s not terribly original, I was proud of this when I threw it together, with an experimental tweak or two, last night: lettuce from the garden, cold deep-red plums from the fridge [pause for silent William Carlos … Continue reading

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Let the garden be itself.

When the flash of orange caught my eye from the upstairs window a week ago, I knew what it had to be: the first orange poppy of the spring, risen from the thick tangles of sawtoothed leaves and fuzzy buds … Continue reading

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A general Cheapskate update.

Ah, loyal readers, where to begin? So much has been happening offscreen lately.  Bidding gleeful goodbyes to Rick “Torquemada” Santorum (as Bob has dubbed him.)  Gearing up for some local action on May 5 (stay tuned.) Ending a Lenten Facebook … Continue reading

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Mary, Martha, and cheapskate intellectualism: the New Year’s organizing dilemma.

Every year, fresh from days away at my family home where there are friendly differences about — shall we say — organizing styles, I return to my own little house and see the place with fresh eyes.  Somehow, as good … Continue reading

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Little bitty Christmas trees.

“I’ve been a pastor for more than 15 years, and I am still amazed at folks in nursing homes, many unable to remember the majority of their own lives, who will begin to sing and nod and clap when they … Continue reading

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A little creature, a big mystery.

This week I lost Annie the Cat.  What other name could there be for an orange-haired kitty with a hard-knock life?  She came to me about four years ago via my family from the cat shelter and before that from … Continue reading

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Early fall, in fragrance and light.

Last night it became impossible to ignore.  Clipping a stem from my backdoor rosemary pot and stripping its leaves into a pork, tomato, onion, and garlic stuffing for peppers (thank you, dear Nigel Slater), I smelled the green cedary tang … Continue reading

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