vignettes

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. – John Steinbeck It’s cold enough to light the fire when we get home on Friday night, but there’s no kindling. We fix that later in the weekend, but for now I make do with newspaper and a blowtorch […]

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the weekend that was

the shape of us expanded and contracted as colleagues & friends moved in and out of our orbit + beach walks in sunshine & rain + lying awake witnessing the sky light up + rolling thunder around, and through, the downpour + bacteria farming: another batch of kombucha made from a new (to me) kind […]

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the weekend that was

+++ the multi-stop picnic dinner with my husband on friday night + a grown-your-own flower workshop, that also included being able to make a hand-tied bouquet from flowers i’d picked myself + a fabulous show in the city with friends – physical poetry + a horrible night of bad dreams, tossing and turning, the distressing sounds […]

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