In music, though often referred to as embellishment or ornament, the grace note is a pause between notes that is important, even key to pacing the rest of the piece. It is like the pause for breath in a recitation, or the words you choose not to say, or those that get edited out. For me as a writer, the silence has always mattered as much as the words. Rather than a searching for words to fill the blank page, writing for me feels more like sculpting, where from a big block of language, I chip and shape….
at the sturgeon moon 2016
This summer of spectacular weather continues. It’s been a little dry here, but not like western New York where there are some extreme drought conditions. Here in eastern NY it has seemed like a near-endless necklace of perfect days and cooler nights, with just enough heat to make it summer, and a bit of high humidity here and there….
les collines at midsummer
Our use of midsummer is not correct, but feels right: halfway between the solstice of June and the equinox of September. That’s what always made sense to me. Why would midsummer be at the beginning of the summer season? It is in fact astronomical midsummer, the longest day mid-way between spring and fall. Still, I like my way….
burning it down
A few weeks ago I was awakened before dawn by screaming smoke detectors. Like literally, they are the photoelectric kind that emit screeching beeps with a voice intoning “FireFireFire” in a way that makes you both want to run the hell away and take a baseball bat to them as you leave. They do the trick: no way are you going to sleep through….
les collines at the buck moon
We are at full tilt of high season now, in the midst of a really gorgeous summer. The weather, spectacular, just enough hot and humid to make it real; a bit on the dry side but we’re good with it….
peace bridge
Traveling across New York State to Toronto last weekend brought me to the Peace Bridge, one of three spanning the Niagara and up river from the Falls….
les collines in Malawi
The bittersweet high point of our week came from this photo, taken some months ago before a gathering in Malawi where les collines Cider Sage Jelly (lower forefront, center!) was among the dishes of honor to be sampled. …
summer solstice 2016
It is a beauty, full of summer weather, and with a full moon coinciding for the first time in many many years. They said 49 years on the weather yesterday morning, but I saw nearly 70 somewhere else. Anyways, a long time. …
yes, we have new jars, and no jars!
On this last day of May, I’m sending out the announcement for our great new 13 oz. Mason jars. I also just instagrammed the whacky odyssey of our beloved globe jars, en route (supposedly) to Bethel, CT, where I normally pick them up from the warehouse without issue….
it don’t hurt like it used to
Yeah another line from a country song here. A good one, yup. It Don’t Hurt Like It Used To, Billy Currington.
This song, its feelings and lyrics, has been hanging out in my periphery as I approached and then backed off writing the past week plus. It’s about a lost romance, of course. For me, it evokes some other stuff. But whatever I had to say, first I had to get through…duh duh duh… Mother’s Day. Or shall we say, the M day….
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