We are supposed to get another blast of winter tomorrow but today was all about spring.  I could have happily stood at the end of my walkway, hot cup of tea in hand, warm sun on my back, listening to the birds sing their ‘hey baby, I am an awesome example of the male of…

It was a beautiful day today and what a better place to be than outside in it.  If I am outside then it is vital that I harass my children into venturing out, and of course the dog has to be out too.  The temperature was balmy, snow melting, water running, and my dog covered…

This is Elizabeth.  When I started thinking about the design for this tea cozy I was thinking about how tea is associated with England and the image of a stereotypical middle aged English woman popped into my head, with her proper buttoned up cardigan with pockets to hold a convenient handkerchief, and pearls (maybe the…

I doubt this is an epiphany, but I have decided that everybody is weird. I was thinking about how weird little kids are with their random noises, movements, things they will put in their mouths, things they roll in, smear on themselves, rub up against.  I remember being in a line up at a store…

I know that the delineation of the month is an arbitrary thing.  It being March 1st is no different than it being February 28th, other than it is one day closer to the equinox.  Just being able to think “Ooo, it’s now March” is incredibly lifting to my spirit.  We might get another dumping of…

I went to Scotland a wee* while ago.  It was beautiful and I loved it.  I will go again if the opportunity arises.  What I brought back with me, other than a longing to return, was the words ‘aye’ and ‘och’. Aye is an affirmative.  It can be gently or enthusiastically wielded.  When someone is…

I think as adults we lose track of the joy of the journey.  I remember when my kids were smaller there was no such thing as a direct route or hurrying.  They would sometimes walk.  More frequently they would run, skip, twirl, dance.  They could have put the ‘Ministry of Silly Walks’ to shame.  There…

There is almost anything I rather do than clean house.  Outside jobs I am good for.  One of the jobs I actually like to do is shovel snow.  The past two winters haven’t been so good because I did something to my shoulder for which it has yet to forgive me.  The older my joints…

Hmph.  A moment ago my head was swirling with all kinds of interesting things: evolution of conversation (one that involves strategic urine sniping and whispers of “you’re adopted”), being present and what does that mean, frost kissed branches, impromptu meetings with people I used to know.  For a brief glimmer I had all those things…

Late afternoon sun creates patches of light on the floor.  The shadows of snowflakes dance through the spots.  Looking out the window, I watch the snowflakes swirl downward, the sunlight turning them into glittering prisms.  I am stuck on how to create the image I want, and chaos is thundering through the house with the…