Category Archives: REALITY

Perfect for the garden.  Perfect for me, directing me back indoors to work my way through piles of computer parts perhaps or picture frames.  And to study, to read the textbook and to plod my way through course lectures while … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Day four or five of being crusty with soil and even I, who revel in the smell of earth am getting tired of being dirty. Halfway around the house in trimming.  The rhododendrens saved for last because they absolutely  must … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…on homemade peach wine.  My homemade peach wine.  ’98 — a good year.  Gus had only a glass out of the bottle.  I drank the rest.  I worked outside this morning.  Damn good thing, too.   ‘Cause I’m just about useless … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Working outside, finished weeding all of the big garden and found four baby peach trees–real ones this time.  Repotted to move someplace else.  And then… Because the weeds are all gone and there’s nice empty soil, went out and bought … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…and of the windborn seeds that weary come to rest upon a plot of land to name it for their own.  Seeds like pioneers with hopes of California gold or needs to settle in the fertile soils of Idaho and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Peach trees, crabapples, junipers, lilacs, the mighty oaks and maples all grow as weeds within my small garden space.  Poison ivy too–whoops–I almost pulled it barehanded till I saw the leaves of three.  Pricker bush babies, sons of birches, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Pull the purse strings tight again, No problem, I’ve done it many times before.  Groceries:  2 half-gallons of Friendly’s Forbidden Chocolate, a quart of Half and Half, a regular size jar of Hellman’s Mayonnaise, and 2 packages of pork sirloin … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This morning an urge overcame me to roll down the lawn.  I didn’t because of the wet grass-clinging snails. But I didn’t go all girly when one squished in my handful of weeds. Continue reading →

Glad today to have my stomach filled with morning’s labor in the soil.  Stripped with sighing satisfaction as I peeled away my rain-soaked clothes.  Showered, scrubbed the dirt out from my fingernails and pores, then donned clean cottons and opened … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A year ago tonight at 9:15 my best friend died. Strange, how something kept me out in gentle rain all morning till the garden was completely planted.  Hoeing my heart out, soaked through cutoff jeans and cotton shirt.  Didn’t wear … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Wet not from sweat but from a soft rain that’s falling, a perfect rain that you pray will follow the planting.  But the planting was not completed last evening, as tired from the day’s work you put down your hoe. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A magical night.  Don’t think I have ever seen so many fireflys in the yard.  Some skimming the ground, some sparkling like Christmas lights blinking in and out of the treelines up to the bright horizon of night sky.  Heartening.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Perhaps a dourness has set in that affects my vision of my day, my backyard, to change things to suit my mood.  A butterfly, beautiful–black wings dotted with white and slashed with orange– flys by me. Flys by again, and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I work in the garden in the hot morning sun, breaking the soil to accept my offferings of colors and flavors and scents.  Bright yellow squash and the sweet ripe tomatoes, and the basil and dill will lay pungent in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Show me a new world," Professor Robinson had said.  (It is) An element of fiction, not easy to create within short story form, yet knowledge and awareness and practice can develop the skill.  Or, we can spend a week in … Continue reading → Continue reading →