Yawning…
The woods are at a mid-way point in their transition from summer to winter. Half the leaves are still on the trees, blazing colour; the …
Heron at Dusk
I would not even call it patience. She walks knee-deep in the still water, parallel to the shoreline. The tide rests in that still place …
Egg Stone
It’s a strange beach. The irregular-shaped grey rocks are studded with occasional smooth circles of pink granite, bigger than I can lift. Everything I know …
Soup
Almost everything in the soup comes from the garden: tomatoes, onions, green and purple basil, oregano, lemon thyme, and Italian parsley. Thrown in the pot …
A Change of Weather
The dog dances in the downpour, alternating between her own uncontainable excitement and a persistent confusion about why I, her human, have suddenly chosen to …
Horizon
In the forest there are short views, close encounters, framed vistas in variants of green, leaf-edged patches of sky. At the seashore the length and …
Late Summer
The edges of leaves dried out and curled; rivers ran thinly over grey stones; brooks dried to damp patches in the fields. Flower petals shook …
Shade and Shake
Even though it is early morning, the wind blows a fierce heat through the trees, and dry leaves rattle on thin branches. We keep to …
Late Bloomer
At the beginning of June the paths and clearings were carpeted in thousands of tiny white blossoms, but we were kept away from the berries …
Mushroom Season
Everywhere I look these days there are mushrooms: yellow and white and brown and red, squat and gangly, glistening and dusty—a hundred varieties, and almost …