Summer skies are most idyllic when clad in puffs of gray…too oft-washed eiderdown and cotton flannel tinged with traces of navy socks and denim in the laundry.  But those are the days that are clean and breathable, rinsed with stream-scented galloping breezes.  Eyes unsquint in the gentler light of day, free of tiresome scorching glare.  … Continue reading Raft


It’s that time of year when the yards are scraggly with the riotous growth of grasses reaching for the sun, and dandelions that began as golden ruffs, but are now a misty gray gauze supported on pinkish hollow stems. Even in the most unkempt gardens, I can make out peony and iris, carefully set out … Continue reading Revival