I’ve had five days off, thanks to a long Easter holiday weekend and an extra day off that I took. I have spent the time with my husband, friends, and family, including a long talk with one of my sweet cousins on Thursday night. Today I had a little time to myself and got my…
I am currently reading three books at the same time. I’ve already talked about two of them (American War and A Song of Ice and Fire). Now I’m also reading Ali Smith’s Autumn, the first of a quartet of novels in her Seasonal series. I spotlighted her yesterday on my Climate Change Authors feature at…
Oh how the days drag on. We were beginning to experience a hint of spring, and one day last week I hiked home without a jacket, marveling at the rushing waters of Hoy-Scott Creek, and the tall pines and cedars along its bank, and felt that urge to run (in fact, on non-icy days I…
When my sister got married a few years ago, she announced that her colors were cobalt blue and black. Being the maid of honor, I researched that color! Blue has so many shades, but cobalt is really a lovely, deep, rich blue. I thought of that particular color this morning as I awoke before dawn…
In two days, we’ll head down to Maryland, where we’ll be staying for three full days. We will march in the Woman’s March on Washington on January 21. The rest of the time, as much as we’d like to visit other places in the city, the inauguration will likely make DC a crowded place, so…
One of the greatest things about being outdoors is the awareness of seasons and their variances. I’m not one to care about seasons in the sense of fashion, flings, shopping, or consumer holidays–to me, the great outdoors is the place to recognize the variance of weather and wilderness (or at least urban parks!). Yesterday was…
Well, I looked forward all year to the Great Climate Race 10K (which was this morning), but my toe is fractured and I cannot run until it heals. It seems to get better for a bit until I start running again, and then it gets worse because I’m not letting it heal the right way….
“Salmon Come Home” was the theme on Sunday at the Hoy and Scott Creek Festival, which I attended as a volunteer with the Streamkeeper group. Our table was quite popular because not only did we have a couple dead salmon to look at, but we had one more salmon that we dissected for the crowds–mostly…
Poor Gene Wilder died recently. He was one of my childhood heroes, Blazing Saddles being a lifelong favorite movie of mine. In the movie, Hedley Lamarr, forever being confused with Hedy Lamarr, stated, “My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.” And this is…
This morning I awoke to a cacophonous rain outside, wiping away our recent sun and flattening the leaves and pine needles onto the wood of the back deck. I stared at the rain dropping and making tiny puddles and then other drops splashing into those puddles. I felt longing, knowing I had to get out…
