Ocean

It’s fitting to do a Bittman soup for supper. Anything that is minimal, simple. (He reminded me in the NYTimes this Sunday about the virtues...

In reality, I'm panting. Until Thursday. My eyes are set on that day. I will regain minutes beyond when I brush my teeth. Real pockets ...

One look out my window this morning is enough. No trip to the farmers market for me. It’s cold and wet and I’m feeling suddenly very very fr...

I read somewhere that the weeks leading up to a birthday are often healthier than those immediately after. It’s as if you will away the poss...

That day, that birthday day was as precious and delicate as an iris bloom. Or two. With ruffled petals. April 21st, late afternoon. Cl...

Bartosz, Feliks – these are the names that belong to April 21st. If I lived in Poland and I had the name of Feliks, I would celebrate. Peopl...

As the last days of the semester trickle away, I think my balancing skills are ebbing. I wake up at night and worry about what to make for d...

This weeks begs for a bit of a step back and consideration of the alternatives. What would this day be like if... it had been a colder April...

It’s inevitable. These are work-around-the-clock days for me. With two weeks of classes left and an exam season just after (spurring many st...

If you are at all focused on fresh and local foods and you live in Madison, then you know today is a season’s first: the farmers set up thei...

A blogging friend said to me recently – I’m concerned that my blog is becoming all photos of flowers! Well yes, there is that worry... ...

...but as we continue with another unprecedented (this calendar year at least) sublime day of warm air and partly cloudy skies, I can’t help...

Taking an afternoon stroll halfway up State Street (the excuse? oh, I’m good at that: an espresso; I needed the jolt of good, solid coffee.....

I’m watching the pansies and violets quiver and shake. They’re freshly on my balcony and they seem so underdressed! I put them there because...

It’s late Sunday and I am at the Boston airport waiting for my flight. There may be a chance that it’s overbooked and I have already put mys...