by Carole Duff | Jan 24, 2022 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Last week’s storm left my garden landscape bereft of possibility. Vanaprastha’s square-foot beds, meadow, plantings and forest—all buried in ice-capped snow. And yet, in the dead of winter with the sun setting low on the southwest horizon, I am preparing for...
by Carole Duff | Jan 17, 2022 | Faith, Nature |
The first distraction. My hairdresser texted me, asking if she could move my 12:30 appointment to later in the day—a text I saw only minutes before leaving for town. I texted her back, asking her what time, because I had a meeting later that day. No answer. “Should I...
by Carole Duff | Jan 10, 2022 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“Look, this is important,” Keith said, looking over his shoulder into the garage. “I know you think this is a comfortable place. But trust me, you don’t want to stay here.” Keith and I were standing outside the open garage door, as he readied to chop wood and I...
by Carole Duff | Dec 27, 2021 | Faith, Family, Local or Human Interest, Nature |
Last week, while Daughter and I raked and blew leaves from the ditch along the road at the foot of our property—as our sons had last spring—I thought about lessons learned this Christmas. Lessons about sticks. Lessons about work. Lessons about best-laid plans. Lessons...
by Carole Duff | Nov 22, 2021 | Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Saturday evening, after the sun set low over the Three Ridges, Keith and I sat down for dinner and, as usual, said a prayer, giving thanks for all our blessings. “Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful day and for the beauty of your creation. Thank you for bringing...
by Carole Duff | Nov 8, 2021 | Dogs & Other Creatures, Faith, Family, Nature, Writing and Reading |
Cato and Freya have been grieving, since Heathcliff died in June. Twelve-year-old Freya keeps mostly to herself, but three-year-old Cato has seemed lost. For a while, he refused breakfast, as Heathcliff had toward the end, and curled in his crate. Freya has done...
