Today, as we made our way home from the playground and the library,* Elder Girleen stooped to the sidewalk. — Look, she whispered as I pushed the stroller with its freight of sleeping younger sister up to her, holding her palm out flat for me to see. A butterfly’s wing. She gave it a secondContinue reading “Summer Snippets”
I admit it: much of what I know about growing food (as opposed to the much less trendy purchase of it at the grocery store) was gleaned from reading Laura Ingalls Wilder books (You know, Little House on the Prairie) during my formative years. On the one hand, you have those charming Garth Williams illustrationsContinue reading “The Shank of Summer”
The sunflowers Elder Girleen planted along our side fence have grown as high as an elephant’s eye.* The fig that was a mere sprout two years ago now obscures one of the dining room windows, creating a curtain that only lets in filtered green vegetable light. If the squirrels don’t best us, we willContinue reading “Cloudy Weather”
First day of summer — our summer, which is defined not by equinoxes nor the wax and wane of the moon nor extended daylight but by the APS (that’s Atlanta Public Schools to the uninitiated) calendar. It’s an odd construct, that calendar: it has little to do with the natural world, and more toContinue reading “Going Slow”
The 3/50 Project.