The changing of the seasons is weighted with metaphor, including when it comes to the future of the United States. Will the country survive to bloom next year?
It was a cold and frosty December day when I nearly tripped on the impossibly slick amalgamation of frozen moss at the edge of my patio, rescuing myself only with an undignified windmilling of arms that sent my messenger bag swinging and banging me across the legs. It had been a long and bitter week […]
I’ve been thinking lately about the etymology of ‘equinox,’ because these are the kinds of things I do late at night when I am trying to convince myself to go to sleep and yet my brain seems to come up with a million other things to do instead. Thinking about etymology is perhaps not the […]
I’ve been thinking a great deal lately about words with dual meanings. Not those double entendres that make life so deliciously naughty so much of the time, but those adorable, frustrating, ravaging, delightful English words that for some quixotic reason have decided that they need to have two meanings, or sometimes three or four, just […]
Here is a secret for you: the grass starts to flush with green in late December, buoyed up by the endless rain, which makes it giddy. It starts in patches, which seem to grow larger by the day; a flash of green here, a flash of green there. Slowly they start to run together, creating […]
I have a vision that when Persephone emerges from the underworld, flowers spring up in her footsteps. Delicate hyacinths and daffodils and nodding narcissus, tulips and irises. Spring flowers, bulbs, the things that grow deep underground in the darkness and cold and then force their way to the surface when the weather starts to turn […]
The days have been getting longer. Have you felt it? The sun squeaks above the horizon a little earlier each morning. The house is not pitch black at 7:00 am, it’s starting to flush with grey light, slowly, but steadily. The quality of the light is changing. It’s warmer, richer, I almost want to say […]
Today the day and night are of equal length and we emerge from the cocoon of winter and into the blaring and bright world of spring. Persephone rises from the underworld and the fecund earth bursts with color and greenery; things are growing and bursting into bloom so quickly that if I sit still long […]