Lo He comes with clouds descending

Thursday, December 7, 2017 0 Permalink 0

Today is our Fifth Anniversary of living in this house, and this morning, like a renewal of vows between us and this place, we woke to a beautiful gift: A silver landscape. During the night, fog and low clouds pushed in from the East along the river, and as they froze, like a sea of ice ...

Freezes like tiny hammers

Friday, December 1, 2017 0 Permalink 0

In fall there is the expected seasonal stained-glass pattern of autumn leaves, orange-and-red. There is rust. There is ochre - the bright and distracting display. But there are so many other colors also which our habitual imaginations exclude. The successive freezes expose them like tiny hammers shattering the glass of tradition so that we can see ...

Cold snap

Thursday, November 16, 2017 2 Permalink 0

Amble, pre- The years pass with dizzying speed. It's already time for the first hard frost again this morning. We have been here in this one place for so long now that the moment becomes melded with the memories of the 4 or 5 or 6 first frosts before. I cannot keep all the years straight, and ...

Desolation Consolation

Sunday, November 12, 2017 0 Permalink 0

Grande Crue On Monday 03-03-30, a major disaster struck our region, which I have written about before in these pages. A spring flood swelled the Tarn River, but the debris in the water was more than usual, and that debris collected against certain railway bridges which then acted like dams. When those accidental dams finally burst, walls ...

Smoky Mountain Trails

Monday, September 18, 2017 3 Permalink 0

We learned several things about our current selves and our place in the world on the trail this last full moon: We are too old to hike 20 miles a day on rugged terrain carrying 60-lb packs. We were more sedentary than planned, and there are many more photos of fungus than mountaintop vistas for ...

One half of August

Friday, August 18, 2017 0 Permalink 0

Hard times, they say, but I can feel a change coming, and it's not just fall. I feel a revival. I feel a birth. We cleaned out our closets completely this week and were honest for once about what works and what does not. We took 26 bags of clothes to the goodwill bin, and then ...

The Martyrs of Bordelongue

Tuesday, August 8, 2017 0 Permalink 0

They resisted when others collaborated. They paid the ultimate price. Some were murdered there but most were murdered elsewhere and their bodies brought to the internment camp at Bordelongue and buried in two unmarked pits during the war. Their bodies were discovered in 1944 by a farm woman who had seen trucks moving back and forth ...

Well that explains alot

Sunday, August 6, 2017 2 Permalink 0

As most of you know, I am neither slow to words, nor brief. I like to think I can carry on with the best of them. But that's only true in English. Changing countries really takes you down a few notches! While my brain is the same pretty serviceable brain I've had for as long as ...