Stone House Scribblings

Beloved season full of color and spice, on the table and in the woods, I love thee.  It is the season of small warming fires in the living room stove for morning coffee time. Yet, children run barefooted in the afternoon sunshine. Evening brings jacket coolness again, ending the day with another fire, this one… Continue reading Fall Is Here

I am dismayed tonight. It is Monday night. Elv is down in St. Croix working while yet it is not too muddy and wet to work. (I was going to say "while yet 'tis day", but of course that isn't true because it is dark out.) And that's my whole point. I'm sitting at home… Continue reading Displaced Person

Dear Mom, In answer to your question on the phone, I write from the couch of the Innsbruck place by the open window. There is the movement of cool, fall air coming in, which I love. Summer can give over now, though it was so short. I love the golden rod and fall asters blooming.… Continue reading Life In The Woods

The title could make our weekend of singing practice and concerts sound as though it was a negative experience for us. The opposite is true: it was full and enriching. Unfortunately, on Monday morning I am hearing words and chords ringing in my ears. My mind is still swirling with the amazing accumulation of the… Continue reading Festival Weekend Debriefing

We had supper on the patio this evening. It's been hot, even sultry, all day. And though Elv isn't at home, I was inspired this afternoon to make a nice supper for Brad and me. We had fried chicken and baked potatoes and fresh cucumbers. It made a pretty plate so I took a picture.… Continue reading Summer Supper

"We're always getting ready to live, but never living." was said by Winston Churchill and was the caption to my sister's Instagram post this past week. I hate to admit how true this is for me. And I would like to say that from now on I shall live. I aim to be present in… Continue reading The Life That I Now Live