Sally’s Blog
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
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
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
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
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...
SR 16
S 16 – CA State Route 16 Between Greenfield, CA, driving west from Hwy 101 over Carmel Valley Road to Hwy 1 at Carmel. Spring 2016 Oh, how on earth to capture the day? Photographs of course. Words. It is impossible to summon anything like a...
Spirals
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...
Peaches
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...