Blueberries for Sally

Blueberries for Sally

In my childhood, blueberries were always a summer fruit. Only a summer fruit. Now I see them in the supermarket every time I go.   Oh, if you were lucky, you might go picking in some rural or country location; I never found this as romantic an activity as...
Humidity

Humidity

Oh, yes, it’s going to be one of those mornings! Either rain fell during the night and the clouds linger, or just a foggy day. Getting dressed, I wrap my bra round my chest, then hook it in the back. Ugh, the fabric’s damp already. Tee-shirt and shorts feel no...
Greenward

Greenward

When I’m asked what I miss about Cape Cod, or  when I’m not there, how do I envision it? What do I look back to?  Sandy beaches, rippling water? Quaint cottages next to a picturesque harbor, perhaps, or great seafood, light houses, to name a few. Oh, pretty towns, old...
The Mother Dish

The Mother Dish

I was making potato salad for my family’s Mother’s Day get-together when the thought surfaced. Was there ever a time I didn’t know how to make potato salad? . . . Surely there must have been a first time. But I don’t remember one, let alone ever consulting a recipe. I...
Covid Thoughts

Covid Thoughts

 One Year Later:  Light . . . Books . . . and a Book   “Oh, when I heard about those quarantine conditions—you know, staying home, not seeing a lot of people—I thought, that’s just the way I want to live!” An artist friend told me this early last spring, as we talked...

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