Tag: Winter Doldrums

I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP HERE

I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP HERE

I could use a little help here! I’m not sure how it happened, but I suddenly find myself in the midst of Christmas. There are only ten days left until after Christmas. Yoicks! How could this happen? Where was I when the memo went out? In the past, I could rely on seeing Christmas decorations…

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A Sneak Peek at Spring

A Sneak Peek at Spring

There is something magical about walking into a greenhouse on a chilly New England morning and feeling the heat and humidity. There is a softness to the air, reminding us there is better weather coming. That alone is worth the trip to Mt. Holyoke glass house to see the spring bulb display. It is a…

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Mediterranean Dream

Mediterranean Dream

In the midst of our cold New England winter, with snow and ice framing every view, I dream of Italy and the south of France. Like the memory of sun-drenched childhood, they are forever warm and alive in their colors.  

GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF

GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF

I’m getting ahead of myself … What an odd expression. Like it is possible to stay even, let alone get ahead of anything these days. Although I suppose it might possibly explain Deja vu … that feeling that you have been there and done that, and took a million pictures of the occasion. Deja vu…

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SPRING HAS ARRIVED

SPRING HAS ARRIVED

Last week I went to the Mt Holyoke College greenhouse show of spring bulbs. Like the show at Elizabeth Park in Hartford, it is an annual extravaganza of color and a real shot-in-the-arm for those of us that are more than ready for the end of winter. Just seeing all that color was intoxicating.  The…

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TIME TO SPRING FORWARD

TIME TO SPRING FORWARD

Last week I awoke to the lovely sound of a bird singing outside my bedroom window. It was so lovely to lie there contemplating the arrival of spring, and the end of winter here in New England. However, after a while it dawned on me that the bird song was uncharacteristically regular and sort of…

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