Saturday, May 18, 2013
So sad. The old maple that stood in front of our house lay down Thursday evening... not an earth-suddering crash like the oak that fell on the barn last fall, but more delicate, like a chandelier.
She had been ill for some time, as the condition of her base and roots will attest:
Before lying down, though, she prepared by providing an exuberant production of seed for her legacy:
We will honor her legacy by planting and nurturing a few of these.
Today I started tackling the task of disposing of her remains. Halfway done. Her branches are all taken care of. They, and some of the trunk will provide warmth and a flickering, dancing spirit on our hearth. We plan to move the main body of her trunk into the field to make a cross-country jump for our horsey friends. We will use branch tips for a bonfire by which we will dance and celebrate her life, remembering the comfort she has given us, and rejoicing in her continuing the Circle of Life.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
One Winter Afternoon
My friend, Amy Dixon-Kolar reminded me tomorrow is "Poem in Your Pocket" day. This is the poem I'll be carrying in my back pocket for the day:
one winter afternoon |
ee cummings |
One winter afternoon (at the magical hour when is becomes if) a bespangled clown standing on eighth street handed me a flower. Nobody,it’s safe to say,observed him but myself;and why?because without any doubt he was whatever(first and last) mostpeople fear most: a mystery for which i’ve no word except alive —that is,completely alert and miraculously whole; with not merely a mind and a heart but unquestionably a soul- by no means funereally hilarious (or otherwise democratic) but essentially poetic or etherally serious: a fine not a coarse clown (no mob, but a person) and while never saying a word who was anything but dumb; since the silence of him self sang like a bird. Most people have been heard screaming for international measures that render hell rational —i thank heaven somebody’s crazy enough to give me a daisy |
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A little Easter offering
Happy Easter to all who celebrate Easter -- and Happy Day to those who don't 
Here's a little Easter-flavored original song offering:
Here's a little Easter-flavored original song offering:
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
25 Years Ago...
25 years ago - January 28, 1986

Nova
a song for Christa
in memory of the Challenger Seven
I remember watching Christa McAuliffe's parents, and the loved ones of the other astronauts staring uncomprehendingly at the catastrophe unfolding before their eyes.
And I pictured myself as one of them -- perhaps an alumnus of one of Christa McAuliffe's classes, -- trying in his own way to "reach for the stars"...
And I pictured myself as one of them -- perhaps an alumnus of one of Christa McAuliffe's classes, -- trying in his own way to "reach for the stars"...
Nova
a song for Christa
in memory of the Challenger Seven
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Crêpes Normandes
I made my Crêpes Normandes for after-Christmas Brunch. | ||
Recipe at: Ma Normandie - Crêpes Normandes | ||