Crispy Morning, No Quince Blossoms

Winter weather finally arrived here in the southern highlands. The quince bush outside the front window has been a riotous halo of  vibrant pink but last night’s temps have wilted its glory. The titmice seem to be eating the limp blossoms–something...

A Morning In Early January

My usual habit for many years was to rise about 7am and hit the ground running. But lately I have found myself working late into the night and sleeping later in the morning. Not a bad thing. The quality of the rest is still good. The length of rest is appropriate. But...

The Day After

Hello, all!  We spent some time earlier this week getting me relatively competent with this blog on my revamped (revamping) website.  There’s still the challenge of moving the old posts over here but I have a way to do that.  “Slow and steady wins the...