Ink Spot

What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily? I’ve been using these vintage plates daily since I thrifted them earlier this year. Since they were produced in the ’70s they are much older than myself!

When my father died,I didn’t know how to grieve.Only yearning and yearning,As a little child,Unable to articulate, the reason I was left behind. -Sammie Oh

There lived a man with receding hair, He’d say, “I feel the chills in the air!” So though it felt weird, He grew out his beard, And said, “At least my face isn’t bare!” -Sammie Oh

This year I may have blinked too many times. I started off the year like everyone else who thinks it will be a great year – or at least better than the one before.

Then I blinked and we were swept in a global pandemic. Death tolls soared. Employment rates tanked. Toilet paper was out of stock.

I blinked again and city blocks were destroyed by the protests of enraged civilians. Hashtags…

This year my mother in law dropped off four tomato sprouts for our garden. One of my favorite rituals has been to check on them each day. I love to water and prune them, marveling at how quickly they grow and willing all the pollinators to stop by. Today a coppery damselfly visited our garden!

One day, my neighbor gave us their old tomato cages. The tomato plants were already a couple feet…

Puffer and I spent 4th of July weekend with my dad down in Missouri. It’s my tradition that every Independence Day I get bit all over by summer bugs. This year was no exception and I returned home with many incredibly itch, purplish red spots.

Dad’s yard harbors an impressive selection of insects. I believe this is in part due to a nearby pond, and in even greater part, because of the…

Thursday Thankfulness: Table Top Tree

We have a few nice crystal ornaments that really ought to be hung on a Christmas tree. For the past several weeks, even before thoughts of thanksgiving came around, I imagined what type of tree we might get if we ever did. Every time Puffer and I went out, to any kind of store at this point, we’d eventually approach the holiday section and I would point out how this one tree could be ourtree or…

Tomatoes, then onion, then peppers and so on. I tried to pour a little salt but I guess I shook once too aggressively and a tiny avalanche of sea salt dumped into the pico. The spoon I should have used to add the salt I now used to scoop out the excess mound of salt. I say that I should have used the spoon but what I really mean is, practice make perfect so next time I will try again and refuse…

Where did the time go? Countless hours were swept away by untold bouts of tears and laughter, empty nights and full mornings, deep valleys and staggering peaks. So the days have unraveled with just as many lethargic periods punctuated by little revelations of how life ought to be, or could be, and how it is.

I made it through my February challenge! Starting next Monday I’ll have a whole new schedule -a.k.a. standard work hours… but I better still make time to write or the whole purpose of this post per day challenge will be for naught!

There was movement outside. It was almost midnight but something or someone had cast a momentary shadow from the streetlamp just in front of the house. Maddie slid out of bed. She peeked through the gap between her window curtains. Moths flit around the streetlamp. All was still otherwise. She stood there for a few seconds, straining her eyes and ears. Nothing. If not her then surely the cameras…

His heart chooses a rhythm  It beats much too fast She is making her way here