I've been nominated, ahem, this blog has been nominated for an award—the Liebster award. Though I have been blogging for years in different places, this blog has been running only a few weeks, so I am honoured to get this shout out! Tracy Lee Karner, a virtual acquaintance from a different time and place, nominated… Continue reading Liebster love
Ben’s Quilt I got this quilt from Grandma Put it on the floor Ran my cars along the roads And made the engines roar, Raced my speedboat in the lake Drove the kids to school, Picked up groceries at the store And hauled wheat to the Pool.* Other blankets are for sleep But this one… Continue reading Ben’s quilt
Advent preparations Pull Christmas out of the crawl space blow dust off pine cones fluff up ruffles arrange wired ribbon hang Christmas plate and Mom’s embroidery test music box find Christmas candles and chip last year’s wax off the holders unpack green and red mugs untangle lights and find the empty socket for the candle-carrying… Continue reading Advent preparations
sorting photos long ago, it seems so long ago all faded now to harvest gold and avocado green glossy rectangles and squares declare it so stiff sepia grooms and lacy brides that glow coiled hair, dark lips, like 20’s starlets from the screen long ago, it seems so long ago hosts of people I don’t… Continue reading sorting photos
To Mel at 60 (with apologies to Rudyard Kipling) If you can keep on rising each day early to swim and run and cycle in the rain can miss the family fun and not be surly because you’re lifting weights and must cross-train; If you precede the body crush on entry glide in the swimmer’s… Continue reading To Mel at 60
I find my old Doc Watson record Who would believe a plain black disk could hold such Shady Grove secrets or a needle on the end of a robot arm could tickle from a spiral of ridges guitars, banjoes, fiddles reeling around the room hoboes harmonizing jailhouse rhythms and a mountain man who fills the… Continue reading I find my old Doc Watson record
Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the Wardrobe
Metronome Glowing cherry-wood pyramid silver wind-up key on the side latched front cover which came off exposing thin pendulum with its movable weight a Christmas gift from my parents which said “We approve of your musical dreams” They became brighter as its steady tick-tock smoothed scales, arpeggios and broken chords set just the right Largo,… Continue reading Metronome
The Sisterhood Perhaps it’s because of my name that I feel such a kinship with flowers. I notice them like my husband notices vintage cars. Their colorful allure tugs at my camera — snap, snap, adjust, focus …snap. I need to own them, take them home. There I parade them on my computer screen in… Continue reading The Sisterhood
Cream I pass ivory tulips this morning and think of Aunt Sally “Let’s go out and shop for cream” she’d say each fall and spring She meant the color cream oyster, mushroom, buff or biscuit not stark or pure but antique the perfect tone of white for milky skin, honey-blonde hair to complement the gold… Continue reading Cream
Violet Nesdoly 