This fire hydrant is just around the corner from our house, emblazoned, delight of delights, with Portland’s area code. The area code which, nearly three years after moving, I have yet to change. The first time I saw it, I took it as a positive sign – a reminder that everything I am and ever was is right here.

I am forever delighted by the nods and drips of plants, tight buds and hordes of bodies – these are boxelder beetles – nature revealing itself every second – to be graceful, potent, quiet.

Marigold pressing through the black of pavement at the local Catholic Church, thusly proving (at least to me) that anything is possible.

Juniper Beulah – our zigzag spaz of a pooch. There, beyond that white fence, is a Min-Pin, surely no heavier than eight pounds, yet a beastly creature, ramming its tiny body to jostle the fence and rile our dear girl, nearly every time we walk by.

Juniper plays tour guide – with a glimpse of the back garden and some of the plants we’ve started: fern bush. barberry. serviceberry. red thyme. ice plant. sedum. five varieties of peony. five varieties of iris. goldenrod. yucca. hyssop. mallow. milkweed. red hot poker. red bird in a tree. crocosmia. black-eyed susan. The bird feeder is, of course, a lively attraction, with chickadees, doves, woodpeckers, sparrows, finches, jays, crows, towhees, flickers, robins, and squirrels making regular appearances. Juniper does some scrounging here, too.

When we were first married, the hubster was listening to some radio jocks poking fun at men who didn’t know diddly about home repair. The words were an invocation – I will be handy! I am grateful to be a beneficiary, as the the short fence (and sooo MUCH more) is his handiwork. We need only attach the solar light post toppers purchased ages ago to finish it. The fence guards raised beds of rhubarb, tomato, and raspberry, two varieties of sage, rosemary and chive, gooseberry and currant, plum and cherry trees, from our sometime doggy digger. Though don’t tell her she could leap over it, NO problem. Some secrets are worth keeping. There is more work to be done on the patio and the paths are still in need of gravel, but all is moving along rather nicely considering the utter shambles this was last year.

We built a wall! Two of them, actually, on which we will espalier hardy apple trees (Black Oxford & Blue Pearmain – taste the rainbow!) and send sweet scented roses and honeysuckle climbing skyward.

Fern bush scents the air with honey, flowers or no.

Entertaining the littles. I made cupcakes again.

From the front garden – wet grass and lilac branches, liatris.



Be easy. Take your time.

You are coming home.

To yourself.

Nayyirah Waheed



H o m e

Also, I changed the lamp.

Juniper and best pal, Juneau. That tongue!

Milkweed – I have two spritely sprouts that I hope will look this lovely next year.

Early morning walks

puddle gazing

We had the most lovely stretch of Portland storms – five days of me sighing wistfully, “Isn’t it wonderful?”, while just about everyone else I know was cursing under their breath. It takes all kinds.


R U N !

Someone had a birthday. I made cupcakes.



i have found what you are like
the rain,

Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned

newfragile yellows


—in the woods

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have (almost when hugeness will shut
quietly) almost,
your kiss

E.E. Cummings

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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which gives value to survival.

C.S. Lewis


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