The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Sunday, May 29, 2022



 Those cherry tomatoes are weighing down the vines! 

Today I read that they will continue to ripen once cut from the vine. Probably an experiment waiting to happen. 

The zucchini has been my favorite so far! The plant is practically a shrub! 


Monday, May 23, 2022

 I used to wake up in the morning and think to myself, “I get to fly today”.

I used to get up and get going. Those were good days. Busier days, days when everything moved faster. So fast that I could sometimes even see “the burr”.

There was an in between time. Maybe it can be like setting cruise while “before” felt more like caravaning with strangers in the fast lane, slowing only for red tail lights ahead or flashing blue and red in the rear view…  

With that metaphor, now it’s all cruise, cruise and scan for people who need to be “let in”. No hurries, few worries - I cruise my car like autopilot, no brakes just minor predialed adjustments.

Now when I wake up I am wrapped in quiet. I drink the coffee I like while reading quieter things. I pet my dog who is always a bit too nearby. I think about our garden while I wait for the sun (and my husband) to rise. If I worry it’s about squash bugs and hornworms. Nothing is “blurred”. 

I don’t spend much time on fretting about politics or pestilence.



22 years ago I was delivering our last child on this day. She dazzles me. She’s here today, a layover of sorts before a summer internship and a PhD program in the fall. 

It’s a good time.