Simple Things
And then my husband walked into the kitchen and said, “I love you.”
Exuberance
It was a sunny day on the Oregon coast. There was little wind. The waves were gentle. And the sand was perfect for castles.
The Worm Farm
I know about farms. Wheat farms. Chicken farms. Pig farms. Dairy farms. Lama farms. But not worm farms.
Ghost Gardens
Daffodils don’t grow wild in woods or fields. … Daffodils are planted by human hands, and daffodils that seem out of place are there because someone once lived and cared.
An Atmospheric River
The long and short of it, we had been slammed by an atmospheric river.
It’s a Book
“Uh huh! It’s a BOOK!”
Signs of Spring
It was a warm March afternoon, and over a hundred robins had spent a few days in our backyard.
All Mommy’s
SOL26-0224 I've been thumbing the pages of my journals, reading slices about my grandkids--well, maybe more like "bites." Here's one that still makes me laugh and still makes me wonder how Mommy taught this lesson so well. BN (3 yrs old) is tagging after Daddy who is...
Marshmallow Math
That’s what happens when Gramma is a teacher.
Like a Zephyr
“I love you” . . .
A zephyr of love
Now and in years to come
An Erubescent Sky
Like a crazy woman, I ran around our house — without a coat, in my flip flops, my iPhone point skyward, snapping shots.
Beautiful Hands
“They show your age by the way your skin flaps.”
Christmas Cookies
Is it better to take a couple big bites and explode the flavors in your mouth or . . .
Solar Clothes Dryer
In case you’ve never experienced using one of these solar laundry dryers, let me assure you that using it requires skill.
Only in Walmart
One of the ladies frantically says to me, “I think he is taking your cart!”
On the Skylink Platform
Motion stops.
Doors slide open.
The PA announces, “Exit here for gates A22 through A39.”
Who’s the adult?
It had been a full morning. Full. But good. The productive sort of good.
In the Rain
High we held our umbrellas…
Raindrops played our sweet love song…
Raindrops fell like saltless tears…
Raindrops drift, white and gentle…
Low we hold our umbrella…
Yaquina Head Lighthouse
SOL25-1118 This is the place our family often visits. Four generations. This is the place where sea lions soak in the sun on seastacks or swim in the shallow water near the shore. They bark at us; we bark back. This is the place where the beach is smooth, round, gray...
Atlantic to Pacific
To think, I could just keep driving and driving and driving, never leave that highway and drive some more and after many hours, many days, maybe even a week or two, I would be in Boston.
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