Quietly

The second and third week of May is always my favorite time of the year.  Oh, I like other times really well, too – summer at the lake, snow days, thunderstorms – but May? Well, it’s special. Around the time the lilacs start to bloom, the colleges in...

Brief Gaudy Hour

One summer, my great-uncle’s girlfriend (go ahead.  Take some time to absorb that . . . ) was consolidating and moving.  She opened up her home and said to take what we wanted.  There were lots of treasures, but I was most interested in her amazing collection of...

Montage Monday Sans Montage

I hate to disappoint with a Montage Monday without photos.  I am fully aware, after all, that images of the kiddos are the real draw around here. But there’s a good reason, I assure you. First, Jac left on Thursday for a bachelor party in Minneapolis.  Do I...

Helpless

For the better part of a year now we have been frustrated by and working on Philip’s laziness. I mean it. And I know, I know, how wonderful considering my own well documented slothful habits.  Except, nothing is more annoying and unsettling than seeing in your...

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, 5 Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty...