by Sally | Jun 21, 2019 | On My Mind, Sally Buffington |
1956: a portrait of the writer as a ten-year-old girl: I’m a stocky, hearty kid, freckle-faced and blue-eyed, with brown hair that won’t sit down because of my cowlicks. This summer afternoon, fresh from the library, I’ve got a basket full of books and am pushing my...
by Sally | Jun 10, 2019 | At The Table, Sally Buffington |
Ripe, glowing in the sun: peaches on the windowsill. Pick them up, nest the furry spheres in your palms. Now place all the peaches in a pottery bowl, in the embrace of fired earth, and from a shrilling kettle pour boiling water over, occasionally tapping the fruit...
by Sally | May 30, 2019 | Nature and Places, Sally Buffington |
Having left behind the world in the form of traffic and driving, I’ve arrived at a beloved place far from my everyday existence. Owl Pond, in Brewster on Cape Cod. Centering down, I stretch, take a few breaths, and start looking around. The surface is that deep...
