Ocean

Are we at the beginning of a string of flyover days (sort of a calendar analogue to a flyover state -- the one you pass on your way to, say,...

Ed, the doorbell is ringing incessantly. You go check. What? What? He's just barely waking up. Doorbell. Go let him in. Isis? You...

Isn't it true that the things we prepare for, worry about, take heed against -- often they don't materialize, while the things we ne...

Cold morning. And colder night ahead. Not just frost warning, but freeze warning. That means most of the annual flowers will be giving it u...

A checkered night of mismatched sleeping habits (between Ed and myself, between Isis the cat and Ed and Isis and myself -- you name it, it d...

In a manner of speaking, it is that. Suddenly, no meetings, no classes, no campus activities. Yes, I am vaguely tempted to go to campus any...

A quick morning walk along the dirt paths of the farmette. In the summer, I kept pointing the camera at the farmhouse. But now,wouldn't ...

A few weeks back I wrote how this was the "last warm day" of the season and indeed, one of those posts proved to be right because ...