Category Archives: REALITY

Windows slam shut, quilts are added to bedding, a sweater’s pulled out of the low bottom drawer, and dungaree legs meet my shoes. A phone call from the house to the shop: "Lunch is ready, I made tomato soup and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Put the music on today, a twelve-hour shift in the shop.  The music keeps me working, stops me thinking.  It’s better that way. The stories just aren’t there.  The ones that I can write about.  And solving mysteries of life … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This morning’s doorstep overview of the land brought a yellow sky to the east, a rainbow over the west.  Minutes go by, and admittedly it’s boring though luck and good fortune seem closer today.  I am smiling inside since I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

September’s song of sun-dried leaves stirred by the wind of wings in search of seed is strengthened by the musty scent of grapes fermenting into wine.  It looks, it sounds, it smells of autumn. Continue reading →

A third tri-mester September morning, sky faded like denim from the hot summer sun and cut by a V Troop of geese dispatched south, honking from the height and the high of adventure. Continue reading →

And starting to sound like a pro.  Go ahead, ask me of septic tanks, sewer lines and easements, water mains versus wells, and soil samples of buried treasure–oil tanks that need be dug up.  I know topos and contours and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Knee deep in peaches, up to my ass in grapes, and the sweet glowing orbs of cherry tomatoes are split by sudden growth from yesterday’s heavy rain. This year, I said, this year I will make jelly.  But the bounty … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Electricityless from four p.m. last evening, in the middle of selecting color matting with new customers.  Sudden pouring rain, knowing that the windows are all open in the house, computers on and knowing it’s too late to make the dash … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It need be considered, that the moth is not so much attracted by the light but rather, afraid of the dark. Continue reading →

It don’t take much to come up from the cellar of my soul to bask in the sunshine from the skylight in the roof. In talking with two surveyors, poring over a plot plan in discussion.  Making my excuses that, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Someday, men shall evolve enough to understand not to kill a bug alit on a white curtain. Continue reading →

I am the baby.  Not the gold-curled firstborn only child for six full years.  Nor the early middle, who weighed in light except in temper and grew quick to tallest and demand.  The afterthought, my name was Peter, as my … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The eloquent Loretta (Pomegranates and Paper) posted earlier this week on the tossing and turning that comes with the territory (of women?  of worry?  of hot summer nights?) and there’s a small group forming that may consider instant messaging at … Continue reading → Continue reading →