This morning, a little brown bunny hops across the dewy grass. Robins scoot, heads down in the lawn, plucking worms. Birds sing outside our closed windows; it’s too chilly this morning to open them. This morning, Tubbles lays across my arms as I write. She whacks me with her tail and looks at me sideways. … Continue reading This morning
Today is Mother’s Day. As a mom with a supportive family, I love this day for having the luxury to do no things I don’t want to do. After a being away for nine days, and then rushing around for six to catch up at home and at work, I have looked forward to this … Continue reading Do nothing day
Every morning, I wake three hours before I plan to start my workday. I feed the cats, unload the dishwasher, make coffee, and then sit at the table and face the dark sliding glass door while I eat cereal and do the Wordle. Beside me on the table are my gardening log and my happiness-turned-meaning … Continue reading Checking the forecast
I wish there were more hours in the day, but there aren’t. Sometimes we have to make hard choices about what we do with our hours and minutes: I can do this or I can do that, but I don’t have time for both. The latest issue of Pipe Wrench magazine has been out for … Continue reading I’ll read today instead of write
I was restless and excited yesterday in anticipation of the coming storm. We had hot cocoa in the pantry and firewood in the hamper, and I wanted to lean fully into cozy. I wanted to bake, and I wanted to bake bread. Specifically, I wanted to bake oat bread. My first appliance as a grown-up … Continue reading Back to bread
I sit by the window this morning with a fuzzy fleece blanket over my lap, a cat snuggled against my legs, and a warm cup of coffee in the sill. I can feel cold radiate from the window glass. The sky is a dusky pink as the sun rises, and the naked branches of deciduous … Continue reading In its emptiness, the morning is full
Butterfly Mind 