• The Sexual World

    Saturday, March 18, 2017 6 Permalink 1

    The best two classes I took in college were The Taxonomy of Flowering Plants, and Linguistics 101. They are not dissimilar in the gifts they have continued to give through my entire life since. They both gave me a way of seeing past the surfaces we take for granted, to look closely, toward much more ...

  • First Frost

    Friday, December 2, 2016 4 Permalink 1

    It came as a surprise. -1c is not supposed to be this frozen. It should pass like a dusting of snow. Instead this frost crept in on the fog, slipped between the leaves, permeated deeply, and then crystallized. The spigots were not turned off. The tender plants were not covered. It's as if everything just ...

  • Leading to thanks

    Tuesday, November 15, 2016 1 Permalink 0

    I don't always feel thankful... Until M is in China and makes it through -25c and what seems like 100 plane changes without incident, in spite of the explosive election results the morning of his departure. Or until the Supermoon comes and I catch an unobstructed glimpse, despite heavy cloudcover all night long except in that one brief ...

  • Post-everything, Pre-everything

    Wednesday, October 26, 2016 0 Permalink 1

    Do you remember that game as a child, wherein you stand in a narrow doorframe and press your hands outward as hard as you can for the count of 10? And then you step out from the doorframe and your hands seem to float, by will of their own. It always brings a smile, even ...

  • Vers le temps du Solstice d’été

    Wednesday, July 6, 2016 1 Permalink 0

    Like the whole world, it seems, lately at le Camparol we are en route through a series of bombings and bloomings. We are buffeted, and we are awed. The world is in a changing time, more than in our 50 years previously. This is totally new. Things are torn apart. But new things are rising. We force ...

  • Late May

    Friday, May 27, 2016 3 Permalink 0

    We are in the thick of heavy renovations, the garden is in flower, Isaac is fully recovered and romping in the new gravel, we had a visitor to tour around the usual haunts, and I was lucky enough to spend a morning working in the vineyard with J&A. You know you are traveling with a true Frenchman when the trunk ...

  • Castor Bean

    Monday, May 2, 2016 0 Permalink 0

    We lack broadleaves, I said. I never noticed, he said. How can you not have noticed? Everything here has these little glassy tiny shiny leaves. It all looks like thyme or boxwood. Bay laurels are the biggest leaves we have in the yard. We need cannas. No cannas. Or fatsia? Absolutely nothing called fat anything. Okay then, how about castor bean. I ...

  • Rich in rocks

    Monday, April 25, 2016 0 Permalink 0

    Old habits Today the tractors dug trenches for water and electric underground. In the process, in the mounds of dirt piled to the side, many large rocks were unearthed. I was delighted! I began gathering them, largest first, cradling them in my arms til overflowing, staining my shirt with mud, traipsing back and forth to the machine to ...