The Road Most Traveled

I know that’s not the way the famous lines from Robert Frost’s poem begins, but for me, it’s been a constant in my life: that road most traveled.

Didn’t Finish It Friday

It’s another one of “those stories”. The kind that makes other people shake their head at me while I’m busy being annoyed at myself.

Beneath the seams

She walked into the store confidently. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to turn that into the vision in her head. She, of absolute faith.

Pulling Back & Busting Out

It’s almost like a pandemic oxymoron – pulling back while bursting the bubble. The numbers are serging in the world, country, province and city so common sense says batten down the hatches and stay home. With much trepidation I have waded into the trenches, so to speak.

Sunday Sighs

I sit. I ponder. I dig. I sigh.

Rocked Me

The words rocked my world as they settled into my brain. I listened, almost in disbelief.

The Dust Settles

There is one thing I never do in the summer. Or so it seems and with Covid there is even less reason. So when the construction dust settles it seems to settle deeply as I rarely clean the house in the summer. I’ve stated many times that I wish, for the summer, we had a house keeper. This year is particularly bad as without house guests or supper parties I can’t even find a reason to wipe up that dust.

My Senses

The gentle notes of the meadowlark drift away, the steady hum of the hot tub again the background noise. I continue onward, section by section, making progress. The sun

This time

I started and deleted several paragraphs two days ago as I couldn’t seem to articulate my emotions into words. I wanted to do a

Busy Hands

An old saying kept slipping around inside my head but it  never actually surfaced. I think the one I