Does remembering, which is all we can do with passing time, make everything and everywhere too much like a dream? Some places are more like that than other places. I don’t think this garden, part of the Society of the Four Arts in Palm Beach, was meant to be like this, it was designed and […]
I’ve never had two exhibits opening at the same time, so the last few months and weeks and days have been completely tunneled-visioned. So when the last boxes of artwork were sealed up and sent, following the challenge of fitting eight double-weight cardboard cartons into a Mini-Cooper, (duh, the answer is, you can’t), after all […]
A few hours from now, just short of ten minutes away, President Obama and Mitt Romney will be squaring off in their final debate before the elections. It looks like the entire world has gathered on the campus of Lynn University, network vans and satellite dishes and barricades and nearly everyone I see on tv […]
Just a few minutes outside, with a library book, in shade, on the grass, near pentas, next to a hedge, under sky. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.
Solomon has the right idea. After a day of working to a radio program interviewing an author about the impending death of the middle class, after sitting so long at the computer that I could no longer feel the difference between my own body and the chair I was sitting on, after turning away from […]
Let me say first that this palm and I are not in love. I didn’t think it was possible for there to be a dysfunctional relationship between a person and a tree. It is. We have it in for each other. Young palm is the ornamental kind plopped down on front lawns of Floridian planned […]
Closer up in Joyce’s mountain-side garden. Still-lives from a place not at all still, from the hum and fizz and whir of the smaller things. Even the colors seem to make their own sounds. One gift that Joyce’s garden has given me was this: that one early evening, a few years ago, I went outside to […]
In May, I wrote a little piece about my friend Joyce’s house. A few days ago, she sent me photographs of her garden. And, of course, I had to share them. Joyce’s home has always been more than a house, it’s the focal point of her many talents and a gracefully composed poem about what she […]