by Deborah Lee Luskin | Apr 20, 2023 | Living in Place
Dowdy with Dust I’ve lived in my house going on twenty-seven years, long enough that some everyday objects had become dull and downright dowdy with dust. Dust accrues, and in the last few years, I recognized how it had started to fill in the pleats of the lampshades...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Apr 6, 2023 | Living in Place
Iris spears poke murky loam April is the cruelest month. Today, I passed not one but two deer slain beside the road too dulled by hunger to avert too dull to be alert. Or maybe it was the drivers’ greed for speed after winter, rushing to beat the clock as if time...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Mar 23, 2023 | Living in Place
Thirty-four inches of wet snow slides off the roof. It’s a sparkling, sunny, forty-five degree day and hard to believe that just a week ago we were digging out from thirty-four inches of wet snow after a late winter storm. As it accumulated, it snapped trees and power...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Mar 1, 2023 | Living in Place
We’re Still Learning Last weekend, Tim and I set off on our annual ski weekend to celebrate my birthday. Typically, no matter how early we plan to leave, we’re rarely out the door before the crack of noon. For perhaps the first time ever, we allowed ourselves a...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Feb 15, 2023 | Living in Place
Newfane returns to an in-person town meeting. Newfane will return to an in-person town meeting at Williamsville Hall on Tuesday, March 7, 2023, and I’m glad of it. The meeting will start at 9 and most likely end by noon. Three hours. Dwindling Attendance It’s true...
by Deborah Lee Luskin | Feb 8, 2023 | Living in Place
As predicted, we woke to -15 degrees on Saturday, and a windchill even colder. When I stepped outside and inhaled, my lungs hurt, so I retreated to the kitchen to make jam. Tim hauled quarts of strawberries, rhubarb and raspberries up from the basement freezer. These...
