The Sound of Snow Falling

Earlier this week as I was standing outside waiting for our new puppy to quit chewing on leaves and sticks and discarded seedpods and pinecones and get down to business (you know, business), the snow began to fall, and it sounded like static electricity, or sand sifting constantly, or a far-off snake rattle, or theContinue reading “The Sound of Snow Falling”

Advent Day 21: We Are Outraged!

It is the darkest day of the year.  Folks in the northern hemisphere will see just nine hours and thirty-two minutes of daylight today, and if you are here in Ohio, that light is blocked by a thick layer of clouds and rain. Time is short to spread the light, to let the light shineContinue reading “Advent Day 21: We Are Outraged!”

Advent Day 14: Pajama Movie Night, Waiting out the Darkness

Tonight I made a big bowl of kettle corn and two mugs of hot chocolate with two big marshmallows each, started the first fire of the year in the fireplace, and piled onto the couch with my three beautiful, marvelous, remarkable children who know nothing of senseless rage unloaded onto the spirits of their peers, to watchContinue reading “Advent Day 14: Pajama Movie Night, Waiting out the Darkness”

Advent Day Five: Take a Winter Walk

Today’s advent activity is supposed to be “Take a winter walk.”  It is at least cold enough today to call it winter, but I’m a little bummed that I put this on the calendar before looking at an extended forecast.  It would be much more fun to do this with snow.  I think it’ll stillContinue reading “Advent Day Five: Take a Winter Walk”

Advent: The First Candle (Poem)

In November, our lips trembledwith the breath of winter etched in frost across the windows. We gazed at dawn’s arrival casting bands of icy glitter on brass and copper oak leaves holding tight to frozen branches, as if they could stop the turnof seasons, suspend the spinof Earth around the sun, butnothing can slow thisContinue reading “Advent: The First Candle (Poem)”

Easter Saturdays

Easter Saturdays (tentative title because I stink at titles) Cars full of people split the swamp where my creek flows.They must not ponder, pause, stare at hollowed logs,branchless trunks and wonder about the end of winter,spring still a whisper in the trickle of cold water through the culvert. What does all this dying mean, thisContinue reading “Easter Saturdays”