A rough-edged week, even more than usual, and that’s saying something. Short-houred, as well. More work than hours in the day, more hats than I have heads to put them on. Edges of sorrow, stress; edges of grace….
oh turtle
This is turtle crossing time.
Late yesterday afternoon, southbound on rt. 7 between Stockbridge and Great Barrington. …
turtle, part trois!
There is something about the word turtle that calls out for French numbers….
the grace of Mary Gauthier
Heard a great Terry Gross interview with Mary Gauthier, singer, songwriter, formerly chef and restaurateur, born and raised in Louisiana.
Gauthier describes her experience after being arrested for drunk driving the opening night of her restaurant in Boston as one of grace:…
summer 2014, first full day
Oh perfection. Someone today asked, why can’t the weather always be this perfect? In my head, I said, because then we’d live in San Diego. And then it would be so, well, you know….
cusp of summer, garden
The wonder and joy, the pure, sheer, never grows old delight of spotting first tiny growths in the garden….
country living, part 1 in an endless series
No, not like the magazine. Here you will get the straight stuff….
turtle, part deux
Turtle crossing update: eggs were laid…close to the road!!!!! That’s one risk-loving reptile. Waiting for an update. Will keep you posted.
But looks like…I saved a mama!!!
turtle crossing
This morning I drove the car over to my genius mechanic for the annual inspection. I love my mechanic, his family, and the way they run the business. His daughter, who is my son’s age, is just amazing: I wish I could adopt her on a part-time basis. She just became engaged; I felt happy all day at the news. And I’m no way a crazy-into-weddings/marriage person, for sure.
On the way back, coming out of a turn down a hill on a rural access road, I spotted the turtle: a pretty big one, on the left side of the road about to cross. …
Romeo and Juliet, v. Dire Straits
There’s a lot of car time out here in these rural parts. I don’t mind, as for a long time, even before I lived up here, my best thinking usually happened in the car. Sometimes it was the only alone, quiet time I got so I took it….