seasons

14 posts

Everything Old is New Again

Alas, we are “only human” and struggle at best to get a broad or long range view of our relative importance to the scheme of things. How futile it is to be a selfish species when in reality, we are only self-centered (like infants) – there is a whole universe of connectedness within which we are just a tiny part. Because we’re only human, we […]

Past the Peak

  It’s a beautiful late autumn day on our ridge. What image comes to mind reading those words? Blazing autumn color highlighted by warm Indian summer sunshine perhaps. Not so. While this has been one of the most dramatically colorful and extended fall seasons in Western North Carolina, today the leaves are more brown than bright and a deep mist fills […]

All’s Well That Ends Well

When I got my hair cut the day after Christmas, my stylist asked how the holiday had been for me. “Well,” I said, “My husband has the flu, my Mom’s second chemo treatment was postponed, and our dog went blind. Do you want to hear more?” 2014 wasn’t the best of years for us or our extended family – financial […]

Remembering the Past, Looking Forward

When the mountain mornings grow crisp, the hummingbirds feed more diligently to prepare for their long journey, and the school buses slow down the morning and afternoon rush hour, I always remember earlier decades when my life shifted more dramatically as the season changed. As a youngster, autumn meant new shoes for school, if necessary, and a new dress or […]

Up and Outward Bound

I’ve received my first royalty check from sales at Amazon.com and excerpts from Not Done Yet, woven into a single narrative, won Second Place Honors in the Henderson County Silver Arts competition last week. Tipsy-making! I’ve also gotten a couple of early opportunities to speak about my transplant journey, and I’m really looking forward to connecting with my audience in […]

Blue and Gold, Oh My

The first sign of spring I look for is the sunny smile of the daffodil—a treasured memory from earlier years. My Dad would always present me with a bouquet of daffodils in honor of my March birthday. I loved their fresh smell and smooth sturdy stems. Sadly, the many clumps of bulbs planted in our front yard have created lots […]