Ocean

If Sundays have a certain repetitive pattern to them, this one broke away a little and ran on its own steam. It was a sunny morning, but ...

Even as I write this, I can hardly grasp the reality presented to us today: the day is so beautiful, so stunningly clear and calm that the ...

In the late afternoon, after a day of being on my feet without pause, I sit down to a cup of espresso, along with the last of the madelines...

Yes, it's a "careful what you wish for" kind of day. I wanted rain. All of us who grow things wanted rain. We got it. The nig...

The rains come, the sprouts continue to push their way upward and onward. In other words, I have a lot of outdoor work to do. The beds are ...