by Carole Duff | Oct 12, 2026 | Faith, Nature, Writing and Reading |
“I know you think this is a comfortable place, but trust me, you don’t want to stay here,” Keith said, looking over his shoulder into the garage. This happened a few falls ago, as Keith and I stood outside the open garage door, he readying to chop wood and I...
by Carole Duff | Nov 24, 2025 | Faith, Nature |
Here in the third season at Vanaprastha, the deciduous trees have dropped their leaves. Now that the winds have stilled, I will blow the debris from ditches and culverts along the road. It’s a task I enjoy, participating in the cycle of life. I cannot remember a time...
by Carole Duff | Nov 7, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
Today dawned full of purpose. Weekend rains—which arrived after the 1951-ers’ lunch here on a glorious Friday—left a carpet of leaves to sweep from the dining room greenhouse windows and off the deck. There are dogs to walk and neighbors to check on, cooking to...
by Carole Duff | Oct 10, 2022 | Faith, Writing and Reading |
To begin to be, to become, as here with fall coming to Vanaprastha. From foreground to background: marigolds clustered in bloom, spice bush leaves yellowing, river oak grasses going to seed in the meadow in front of the house and behind, maples tinted red. When...
by Carole Duff | Oct 3, 2022 | Faith |
The physical road On Saturday morning, thanks to Ian’s wind and rain, Keith and I woke to leaves and debris scattered across the driveway and the neighborhood road. The road—that’s pretty much all we talk about during the annual meeting every third Saturday in...
