“Midsummer is a field of Queen Anne’s-lace spiked with the blue of chicory,” declares Barbara Pond in her 1974 book, A Sampler of Wayside Herbs. My all-time-favorite boss made me a gift of the book, lo these many years ago, explaining that that combination of wildflowers, which graces the book’s cover, was his favorite. … Continue reading Messages
Month: July 2023
Dopamine Dressing
Summer in southeast Michigan is moving right along, judging by the fruits that are ripening near us. Michigan. The Dexter Blueberry Farm reports its berries ready for picking. White mulberries are already getting hard to spot on the tree by the Argo Cascades. They’re been edible for over a month now, and my friend Sue… Continue reading Dopamine Dressing
Corgi Races
Last Saturday, I hit the county fairgrounds for the Saline Celtic Festival. Bagpipes skirled, Irish dancers whirled, spinners spun. There were highland games, weaving and knitting demonstrations, and, incongruously, an exhibition of exotic animals such as komodo dragons, which are native to Indonesia. Because it was a largely-rainy day, I attended just two events, giving… Continue reading Corgi Races
Understandings
Rascal and I have been walking earlier in the day, when the world is cooler. He is generally not in favor of getting up early, but he can’t tell time. If the sun’s up, it’s all good. The cloud cover was so heavy yesterday morning, however, that the system failed. When I was ready to… Continue reading Understandings
Smoke and Water
Shortly after rising, one day this week, I looked out a window and stopped breathing, mid-breath. Something awful had happened to my vision. Try as I might—and I tried mightily—I couldn’t focus on anything in the back yard. A minute later, it dawned on me that I could focus fine on what was in the… Continue reading Smoke and Water