Foggy Mornings, Paris Awaits

August left and so did the feeling of summer. Greg Brown sings, “One day fall appears with a chilly dawn,” and we know how that feels. I like the shift, to be honest. And each year when this shift happens I try to get some garden time in while I pack my...

Three Times Good, Ireland Remembered

We were sitting in the Lemon Leaf Cafe in Kinsale, Ireland when my husband told my daughter this little bit of wisdom. {paraphrasing…} “They say you get enjoyment from a trip three times. First the anticipation of the journey while you plan. Then the...

Heartbreak on the Hill

I’ve been traveling for work over the last two weeks, and am reeling from the sad news in Boston. Boston is a three hour drive from here and I’ve been there twice in the last two weeks to fly out of Logan airport. Boston is in our New England neighborhood....

Sprouting, Anticipating

  Yesterday I discovered a paper bag with four paperwhite bulbs—forgotten and sprouting exuberantly. I tucked them in among the spent paperwhite bulbs I planted in December. All our outdoor bulbs remain under a thick blanket of snow. The Irish daffodils are...