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With each passing day, time slips away like water through our fingers. Continue reading
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A Summer’s Day Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging, Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway; And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies, Open-eyes at the setting of day. Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet … Continue reading
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Imbolc, (EM-bowlk) is a Gaelic term meaning ‘in the belly’. This is the time of year when Mother Earth celebrates life by nudging awake the frozen seeds slumbering within her belly under the barren soil. She whispers softly to them … Continue reading
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The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading
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Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading
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There once was a hawk and a rock, on the rock the creatures would stop. ‘I say,’ said the hawk, ‘Why you sit on the rock,’ when my talons are a nice place to stop!’ Blessed be :} Save
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Oh baby, we have ducklings! No, not Franny’s ducklings. I haven’t seen Franny in a long time. Not sure if she’s sitting on her nest or became lunch for the eagle. However, Clemant is here. He and a group of … Continue reading
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Yup, it’s true. Today is May first. April went by in a dizzying blaze of dryness. We’re on a water alert here in Billerica and my Concord River is low. I’m not complaining (If it seems that I am, I’m … Continue reading
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My life on the Concord River follows the rhythm of the river herself. The life I share with the all the living creatures who inhabit my small piece of paradise is one that offers great pleasure and, at times, perils. … Continue reading
