When the lupines pop, the bluebird eggs hatch, and lettuce seed germinates, I remember my husband Vic. His death is part of this season, part of the earth and the cycles of my life. Images of Vic’s
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Go outside and plant, a wise voice in me said. You need flowers. Garden plants sat on the porches and at the side of the house. They were hardened off and ready to go in the ground. Part
Read more →I watched the twin nesting boxes for days in April. Cold wind blasted rain against the house windows. Then it snowed. Bluebirds were late. Would they ever come? Years ago, my husband Vic rebuilt a remnant of
Read more →A small group of women and men gathers at the south end of Seneca Lake for a sacred water ritual of gratitude and protection. I wrap a Tibetan yak wool blanket over my winter coat. It’s 15
Read more →In 1967, Vic persuaded me to lie in a sleeping bag on the cold ground in March. We held each other while waves of green, yellow, and pink tinted the sky—a divine aurora borealis lightshow. It was
Read more →“You sit in front,” Liz offers. “No, you sit with David,” I say. She belongs next to David, not me. My son David, his bride Liz, and I head for Watkins Glen State Park on this glorious
Read more →The trees loomed ancient and prehistoric in the fog. Vic loved their height. He arched his back and looked up to the gray sky. I loved the dark hollows within the circular clusters of redwoods. I climbed
Read more →“Come on, Elaine, let’s dress up in our Hector regional costumes and take a photo for the party invitation.” “I have gardening to do, Vic. Let’s do it tomorrow.” “No, today,” Vic insisted. “It’s a perfect day.
Read more →Willow looks over the world from an upstairs attic window. “What are we doing inside, Mom?” she whines with soft little moans. “The sun is shining. Let’s go.” Willow is my walking buddy now that I’m on
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