He went to bed inside of a spent clematis flower with the morning sun to keep him warm. If you aren’t familiar with what this particular clematis looks like after it’s deep purple blooms have finished their show-think creamy white, pillowy soft and very fluffy. The perfect vessel for a baby bumblebee just learning the … Continue reading Just bee
Category: Letters and things
Flying Wishes
She gave the most wonderful gifts. One year I received a package of note paper made out of elephant poop. Another Christmas or birthday, I received a book of Italian poetry; other gifts included a beautiful mother of pearl clam shell, small enough to fit into the palm of my hand, and when I opened … Continue reading Flying Wishes
Marbles
The first time I played marbles, I was young enough to be tricked into believing if I bit the tiny glass ball, I would be rewarded with a delicious candy center. Yes, I tried to. No, I didn’t crack a tooth. Yes, I tried repeatedly to smash one open to find out what really was … Continue reading Marbles
Wooden Spoons
A few months ago I bought some wooden spoons at the local dollar store. My thought was to use them to make garden markers for my vegetable garden. To be honest, had this ISO ‘stuff’ not occurred, I probably would have found them a year from now in my craft area (ie: guest room/painting area/place … Continue reading Wooden Spoons
Icicles
April 7 2020 Dear Mom, The snow is still on the ground, although for once in the past 4 or 5 days, it didn’t snow last night. Yesterday the sun came out along with a watery blue sky. I can’t tell you how it lifted my mood- but then, almost as if a switch was … Continue reading Icicles
Two hearts forever
I woke at 5:00 am - the sun hadn’t even thought about rising yet and the streetlights cast a glow over freshly fallen snow. I stared out the bedroom window, which, in retrospect, I hadn’t done before. My routine was to get up, let the dog out, make tea, feed the pets and then to … Continue reading Two hearts forever
Her name is…
When I started writing I fell into a judgemental phase, which in retrospect, was not so unusual for me. I judge myself harshly. I can make all the excuses in the world for family and friends when they screw up. I will encourage them to try again, I will support their thoughts and dreams. I … Continue reading Her name is…
