Ah, the daffodils

A cross-stitch of this poem hangs in my kitchen, purchased when I visited William Wordsworth’s Dove Cottage many years ago. Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac tells me that today marks the day in 1802 when Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy were...

Sacred dirt

Regular readers of this space know how special my trip to New Mexico, in particular El Santuario de Chimayo, was last year. Since then I received the gift of holy dirt from its sacred grounds and I meditate with it by my side. I just came across this list of...

Some feedback

When you put yourself out there via your craft on a regular basis, the feedback can vary from senseless and cruel to heartwarming and smart. So it is with utmost appreciation that I read Andrea Rodgers’ (a.k.a. Ask Miss A) thoughtful response — albeit in...

Quotable

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.  –Marcel Proust