And so it begins. And February ends. This tiny aconite caught my eye amongst last year’s dead husks... Read More

Brittle browned pages. A mystery published in 1944. The glue holding the leaves together and attaching... Read More

Friday the 13th. I will watch my step. The slight thaw this week hasn't changed the snowscape. But the... Read More

It is February. One month til March. Then spring. I'm anxious. This especially brutal winter has taken a... Read More

I poked through some boxes of books I'd brought home because I didn't know what else to do with them... Read More

Friday morning, 2 a.m. Nested in my bed. Bundled beneath the counterpane. The orange eye of the... Read More