Category: SUMMER
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Like Three Seasons at Once
I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind. Our block this week seem...
Reaching for Hot Cocoa; Holding Lemonade
September is indecisive. Yesterday talked like fall; today is acting summer. The sun is warm; the air cool. This soft green green grass feels cold through my je...
The Beauty and the Might
I look up from the full table, beyond the long white porch of Lauren’s rental cottage, at the changes on the lake. Before breakfast, savory crepes: eggs, bacon,...
3 Thousand Different Kinds of Beautiful
1) Sunlight on water can be a thousand different kinds of beautiful. Even over the same body of water, this East Texas lake for instance, every morning sky ref...
Simple Pleasures
I had $4.03 to spend at the Rutgers University farmers market. I tasted some sausage and some wine and a butter-toasted pecan then spent what I had: Spinach tu...
A Little Fall of Rain
Rain drops falling few, fat and loud. Circles growing on the puddles. Afternoon sun shining yellow. May-green leaves like stained glass wet glow. Their shadows ...
Anticipating Summer’s Pending Ending
The crisp clean cold of winter cannot be replicated by an air conditioning unit. Nor can the toasty warmth and smell of a furnace imitate summer heat. We have ...
…but I can’t say I like it.
Two of my favorite sites are leaves falling in late autumn and blossom petals falling in late spring. (I also enjoy watching rain fall and snow fall, but those ...
“Tut tut it looks like rain.”
When I open the shades on both the living room window and the breakfast room patio door, one can see straight through our apartment. And when I open the glass o...
The beach by the lighthouse
I’m standing in the sand between Charleston Harbor and miles of yellow grass growing in shallow water that sparkles in the afternoon sun. The sea is calm at its...
Beach this Morning
Morning sun beams snuck between illuminated clouds and made the water and the mist bright white. I could not see more than 200 yards down the stretch because of...
Lobster Boats in Morning Mist
I decided to walk to the coffee shop this morning. I crossed the Memorial bridge at low tide. 8:15am. The white fog was still lingering over the water. I had ne...
Girl Wakes Up to Light House Horn Instead of Train Whistles
It is wierd. My family moved 9 times and I think 7 of those 9 homes where next to RR tracks. I can sleep through train whistles better than anyone I am quite su...