Consider the lilies of the field. Well, this isn’t a field but it is rhodophiala bifida, the oxblood or “schoolhouse” lily we love down here in these parts.
Well, maybe it isn’t the best example of doing nothing. Continue reading
As I mentioned, Mary and I spent our Florence week in a charming apartment in Oltrarno – the “other” side of the Arno. It was located on a little street much like all the other little streets, with small touches here and there that made me want to turn everything into art. Continue reading
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This looks like as good a place as any to start my return to the most peaceful world I know. Continue reading
This is a political rant, so you may not care to read it. I simply can’t get back into writing about fun stuff until I put some of the contents of my head out into the universe.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to face writing here. The images of families being torn apart at the border slammed me into silence and sent me back onto Zoloft. I fear we are failing to be horrified by hatred, and that is a terrible position to occupy.
I arrived home from Italy just over two weeks ago to find this little clutch of volunteers brightening up one corner of the front patio, and they are still going strong thousands of degrees later. So many wildflowers are like the tank division of the botanical army! Continue reading
One of the great things about travel is being someplace in person that you’ve been in books and movies and your imagination about a million times. But then in real life, there you are. Continue reading