(Picture from here.) With the advent of COVID-19, the state of the farm is intimately connected to the state of the country. So, we’ll start with that. This is the beginning of week 2 staying at home. Draper Labs (my employer) … Continue reading
First, I’d like to point out that my story collection, Simple Things, is now released. You can get that here. In addition, a print version of my novel, Welcome to Witchlandia, is available. You can get that here. On to … Continue reading
I wrote a haiku one evening, as the husband and I sat inside our empty house, weary, sore, feeding scraps to the dogs and wishing we were anywhere else. Now the house is sold, 21 years of accumulated matter of … Continue reading
Writers often say that everything we do is working because inspiration and integration of ideas come at many times when we’re not sitting down at a keyboard. While this is a joke, it does contain some truth. Last week I … Continue reading
Thor and I tiptoed around the mountain village of Komiaki on Naxos, encountering not a soul and wondering if it was inhabited only by gardening ghosts. NOTE: Since our recent trip to Greece to research more settings for my novel-in-progress, … Continue reading
Today brings you three Di versus events, all of which, Di lost. Okay, the blackberries were a bit of a draw. First: In a case of Di v. the dog harness: Merlin rolled over on my foot while I was … Continue reading
Such a place is our property in Seattle (Tukwila, really, but no one knows where that is—not even people who live in Seattle). We lucked into an acre lot on the Dumamish River, just over the southern Seattle city limits, … Continue reading
This blog contains a little-finger dig at the Northwest Flower and Garden Festival. I used to be a regular at the February venue, looking forward to it from the bleak depths of a Seattle January. Getting a job with high … Continue reading
This coming Wednesday, I will be attending my first ever botany class, the first of ten classes that form the Master Gardener program at Chicago Botanic Garden. Assuming I pass the exams and don’t miss classes because I got snowed … Continue reading
Across my street, on the roofs of three over-sized, developer-templated new homes on a cul-de-sac, are perched approximately 200 glaucous-winged gulls. In winter, they like to hang in our river valley, making use of available roofs and abundant garbage cans. … Continue reading
