the sweet scent of oranges warm yellow walls her curtains were gingham like the aprons she sewed        


      0° outside today        


    “the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation” ~ Proust   looking forward to a little downtime as a stormy weekend approaches          

paradise lost

    my dad was a blue collar worker, an electrician at one time he worked three jobs just to keep us afloat going out to eat was a luxury and usually meant hitting up the little italian joint down the street I liked playing the jukebox one saturday he surprised us with a road trip to the shore we swam in the ocean…

river side bungalow

  “One chair for solitude, two for friendship, and three for society.” ~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden