A Convo with Ms. B

Brighde came storming in today.  Knocked down two trees in Napa just to prove a point. I was all, what are you on about? You were champing at the bit to get here.  Sent a robin to announce your arrival while we were still doing the Midwinter thing, fer feck’s sake. You’ve already covered the … Read more A Convo with Ms. B


BE-COMING HOME: smoke and showers

Into each life some rain must fall. [The Rainy Day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow] The Aufrichte was only Part I of our roof-raising revels.  We celebrated Part II the next day, with a smudging. I’d smudged before, of course.  Twice.  Third time’s the charm, especially as we capitalized on the lucky number by smudging in triplicate.  … Read more BE-COMING HOME: smoke and showers


Inexplicable Elation

I enjoy watching the fog roll in.  I love falling asleep to the percussive music of rain on the roof.  My soul sings in a thunderstorm. It’s genetic, apparently.  My kids are fall-winter/mist-and-rain lovers, just like their mum. All things in balance.  I’m not weather extremist.  I’m a devoted fan of the succession of seasons … Read more Inexplicable Elation