summer’s end

I can barely stand how overgrown the garden is at present. August is typically trial by fire month for my little patch of heaven. With such a wet and mild end to summer I’ve inherited a surplus of weeds and overgrowth.  My green beans took forever to produce this year. I planted a vine variety instead … Continue reading summer’s end


I squint at swaying treetops and wish I could volley overhead like the wind does. Or scamper from branch to bowing branch like the squirrels do. They remind me of restless children bounding on beds, waking every sleepyhead.  The hawks hover. They barely pump their wings; they just harness the air like a sail and … Continue reading trails


The minutes slip through my hands like reigns I’ve lost hold of. There they go, making off in the mouths of horses within seconds worth of freedom. Why must they be such runaways? Feral moments, I can’t manage or keep you one bridle or bit. Chasing. The days are full of chasing. My soul can … Continue reading chase


I’m 40 today. Thought I’d take time to count and give thanks. So many things, I love. ❤️ thoughtfulness  fresh pine litter in the coop salty foreheads on my little ones smudgy fingerprints = signs of life Murphy’s oil soap & pine-sol eucalyptus anything when white cream swirls into black coffee dark garden soil warmed … Continue reading forty


Ain’t that just the quintessential truth?  Honestly, I oscillate between the two extremes: hide or be seen. And therein lies the tension of a communicator. Or, more presumptuous a statement, most human beings.  I could construct an entirely separate world of fiction and tuck myself deep into some pocket within it. Maybe I’m in the … Continue reading quotable


The sunflowers are gracefully bowing out. They’re exhausted, but giving all with their farewell performance. They have been summer-strong and generous — such tremendous givers. Next they’ll transition into drying season, and shed seeds until their heads are bald. Their fading beauty is incredibly selfless, as they give the last of themselves for us to … Continue reading sketch


I walked outside into a web of cotton candy humidity. The air was fibrous. My lungs strained to pull the thickness in. Sometimes breathing is an arduous task. Sometimes you have to labor to rest. Oftentimes, choosing to live is the most grueling exercise you’ll do in a day. But choose, you must… Choose, I … Continue reading muggy


  Time is a tricky thing. Always borrowed. Never guaranteed. It wears disclaimers like: Handle with Caution and No Refunds. It’s quite the weasel. I’ve made good use of and squandered, both. I enjoy how it lends to healing but resent how it can be stolen so easily. I admire how things grow inside of … Continue reading time