An embarrassing indicator of lazy lawn maintenance? Something to be pulled or poisoned? Or a harbinger of picnics and frisbee matches, a source of nutritious greens, a reminder of childhood, when a dandelion held under your chin made your skin glow, betraying your “love of butter”? (Or was that just my family’s saying?) Perspective is everything. If I can decide to love or hate dandelions, … Continue reading What do you see?
This week, as we are bombarded with news of the coronavirus pandemic, I’ve been thinking a lot about immunity—both physical and spiritual … Continue reading On immunity
It’s hard to maintain an argumentative stance when pretties such as these spring up underfoot and, less than an hour later, the fullest, glowingest moon we’ve seen in ages beams overhead. Continue reading Never mind.
Bella’s advice: Find sunspot. Stay in sunspot. Ignore paparazzi (and sales). Rest. (And, she adds, why isn’t every Friday Black Friday?) Continue reading #BlackFriday
I spent the weekend on a silent retreat — exiled, I called it. Continue reading Silent retreat
1. Some dogs don’t mix well with stuffed animals. 2. Simply hoping can make gardening dreams come true. 3. I hold onto strange items. For years. What are you holding onto? Feel free to confess it — leave a reply — below. Continue reading Three minor epiphanies of the week
I’ve called the Pacific Northwest home for nearly a decade, and yet its version of springtime still shocks me. I come from Minnesota, where spring follows sepia-toned winters, gray skies and brown landscapes that give way to white skies and white landscapes. Now and then these scenes are punctuated by periods of pure yellow sunshine that emanate from heavens of brilliant blue, turning ice-encrusted trees and snowdrifts into piles of diamonds. Western Washington winters … Continue reading Where spring throws off her shirt