by Sally | May 28, 2021 | At The Table, Sally Buffington |
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...
by Sally | May 12, 2021 | On My Mind, Sally Buffington |
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...
by Sally | Oct 18, 2019 | Nature and Places, Sally Buffington, San Diego |
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 twentieth of it all. Dear...
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...
