The Year’s Midnight

The Year’s Midnight

Tis the year’s midnight, and I’ve been reading John Donne to light my way in the pale squibs of light during the seven brief hours of these short days. Without snow, those daylight hours are drab, dun; life is shrunk,/Dead and enterr’d. Poetry is to my soul what...
December.

December.

December’s already a hard month of waning light and dwindling days without adding the anxiety of elbowing my way through frantic shoppers or digging myself into debt. With so little daylight, staying cheerful in December is difficult enough, even without the anxiety...

Gifts From the Garden

         I like to give gifts. I just don’t like to shop: not for groceries, not for clothes, not for cars. Shopping takes time away from things that I do enjoy, like my work, cooking, gardening, playing outdoors and reading.         I especially dislike shopping...

Locally Sourced Books

Just as I try to eat locally sourced food, I also like to give locally sourced books as gifts, especially in December, which begins with my husband’s birthday. For the past twenty-six years, my friend and neighbor Archer Mayor has provided me with a Joe Gunther...