Category Archives: REALITY

I am, this morning, collector of green beans and cherry tomatoes, red globes of sweet sunshine that pop in my mouth–those too ripe to reach basket and house.  I pause at the poppies, bright tissue petals of startling hot pink … Continue reading → Continue reading →

September 11th, another day that has added itself to the list of those dates we never forget.  Continue reading →

A simple one-liner from Steve’s blog has me thinking:  "The days move on and things just grow more and more bizarre."  And though he is referring to something else of much greater import, it has me reflecting on my own … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Living is an illusion, an idea, a moment that doesn’t endure. Not knowing that is disillusion. Continue reading →

It is happening as I suspected it would, the male hummingbird has started on his journey south, his son and daughter with him.  I missed him the past few days, and knew they’d left.  The past week, the female comes … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Due to the increasing costs in petroleum, we are experiencing five times the normal interest in our pricing programs, as well as taking the additional time needed to explain our attractive options to select the plan that works best for … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes, we come to the line and cross without knowing.  More blood is drawn, more damage done, from scratching the itch than the bite. Continue reading →

"My momma’s dead." "What?" "Someone pushed her in the water." Did you hear this on the news just now?  The little boy looked to be about four or five, healthy and calm, carrying a plastic bag, speaking with a rescuer … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Every loss a tragedy, every day a time to use to love and care. Friday was the day they’d finally see each other after quite a while and long ago great friendship. Thursday, Ponzie died. You’ve got to stop smoking, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Unbelievable and yet we’ve seen similar scenes before, although of not the magnitude, and why always does the sunshine light the devastation the days after to make the unnormal look like a normal dumped out Leggo’s box on a playground? … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well there you go, I have it now, the proof of all I’ve long suspected and imagined growing up amongst a tribe of little girls.  The others pointed fingers, yet I knew, I really knew, though one of us was … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Happy glow of peaches, coral-pink against a grey-white sky and sorry drying leaves affected by hot August days.  I almost lost a baby peach tree, hot and cranky in his plastic bassinet until I trust enough that he can set … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Going through my head today because, I suppose, I should put some Willie on instead: "School bells ring and children sing It’s back to Robert Hall againMother knows for better clothesIt’s back to Robert Hall again." I’ve lost one of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Racing like a madwoman pickng stringbeans and deadheading petunias, portulacas.  Cutting fingers instead of glass in the frameshop as I wrestle with a print and frame that covers more square feet than me. Will I know enough next lifetime to … Continue reading → Continue reading →