along the driveway, in the woods
yellow daffodils here and there
a few are gifts left by the folks
who lived here before, and who died Continue reading →
typing recipes • and remembering the folks • who gave them to me Continue reading →
The sun is glinting in my eyes while I do the dishes. The water is warm, The light pleasant at end of day I can almost imagine being in a rowboat, after dinner distant frogs, more distant children playing ball … Continue reading →
Mom sent me home last night with two homemade stickie buns. She warned me to watch for the caramel part because it hardened a bit. I can do that! And the first one I enjoyed was super good. Tonight I … Continue reading →
Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.
