Midsummer The steaming, lush meadow The bluebirds have flown from their house. The field grasses are high. My summer this year is necessarily quiet as I wait for hip replacement surgery. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t rich. I still look forward to sending out blog posts. (There is so much to talk about–the dailiness …
Lupine Sometimes, as I age, I wonder just how small and slow I can go. As my journey takes me deeper, rather than broader, as I am moved to cast off more things, sometimes my new standard of enough is alarming. Are you sure you won’t need this? Yes, as long-time inspiration E.F. Schumacher insisted …
OLD FRIEND FROM LONG AGO How extraordinary. Last winter I received an email from Nancy, a friend I hadn’t talked with since I was nine: I was researching Canadian women nature writers when I came upon your name. It is you, isn’t it? Peri is an unusual name. How to explain very different lifetimes? How …