the seasons

It is quieter here, now, than it has been at any other time before. Our voices amplify along the trail, their clear sounds gamboling between…

Here at our house, the most striking evidence of how the world has changed is in the garden. It would have been relatively empty this…

From last year’s notes:  On the fifteenth of July I greeted Y in the morning with the words, “It’s Firstfruits Day!” — blithely uttered, as…

On our first “aspen hunting” trip into the mountains, I remarked — prosaically, I know — that the view reminded me of broccoli and cheese….