over in the meadow

my mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass. ~ Andrew Marvell ______________ because I needed to see some green today I dug these photos out of my archives seems I’m surrounded by browns and grays lately and with a storm forcast to hit…

antsy in the suburbs

                    I’m starting to miss Boston we’ve had a few quick trips in for concerts and the theater but I really miss just wandering around people watching, taking in the sights I’m starting to think about the Red Sox Opening day at Fenway the swans and the swan boats returning to the Public Garden frozen…

pastoral

    this has become one of my go-to places when I walk it’s an equestrian center not far from my home acres of pasture land that sits up on a hill surrounded by apple orchards wandering around here I always feel like I’m in the countryside somewhere in Ireland or on the Moors of England especially on a foggy day such as this…

our winter of discontent

As I’m sitting here going through some old photos I can hear the wind howling outside an Arctic blast of air is due to hit tonight and it reminded me that it is indeed Winter in New England however, I’m not going to complain as we have had it pretty easy thus far unlike the Winter of 2010/2011 when it seemed to snow just…

in a small town

                              somewhere anywhere EMILY: “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” STAGE MANAGER: “No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.” “Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners… Mama and Papa. Good-by to clocks ticking… and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths…and…