SIGNS OF FALL Autumn is finally coming. The light is changing and the air is cooler. There are magnificent contrasts of orange and yellow and brown. Most of the fruit is off of the trees, including the pears. Some fruit is on the ground which makes the bees happy. Some …
We have given away bushels of peaches. Even though the trees were trimmed in the spring, thinned when the peaches were little and green, the harvest was unexpectedly generous. The first thing I made with the peaches was a pie for Grandpa. Peach Pies are his favorite pies. I made …
MORTALITY is the name of a series of photographs which I am making into books. I am determined that the images I love containing my family will not live and die in my computer. This particular morning was wonderful. It was beautiful and cool. These cousins, Maya and Olive, …
I have come to realize that any moment can be magic. Oli is a horse-lover. She has a wonderful collection already but I cannot pass by horses like these when I find them in the thrift store . . . especially a big Clydesdale in perfect condition for only $1. …
MUCH more than a bowl full of cherries this year. Our pie cherry tree was loaded and it was a race to see who would get to eat the cherries first . . . the birds or our family. You don’t have to worry about people eating these cherries right …
I think that Paper Whites are wonderful during the Christmas season. Grandpa started calling them “stinky bulbs” years ago and so my children call them by the same name. He says that he is just teasing, but I’m not so sure. When they all see that I have planted some, …
People either love pears or they don’t. There is no middle ground. Little babies shiver and spit them out and rub them in their eyes with their little fists. They know they have been tricked. My mother used to make a little salad to go above each knife when …
” How To Tell the Wild Animals” -Carolyn Wells- (last verse) The true chameleon is small, A lizard sort of thing; He hasn’t any ears at all, And not a single wing. If there is nothing on the tree, ‘Tis the Chameleon you see. What is hiding in the …
Grandpa lost some of his face to cancer. The part that has known the most sun. The doctor took some skin from one place and put it on another. Grandpa is resting. Little people want to see. Mostly they want to know if it hurts. He says . . . …
FATHER by Frances Frost My father’s face is brown with sun, his body tall and limber. His hands are gentle with beast or child and strong as hardwood timber. My father’s eyes are the colors of sky, clear blue or gray as rain: They change with the swinging change …
