Dame's Rocket Spring is: Dame’s rockets. Aka: Wild phlox, Mother of the Evening, Summer lilac. I thrill to the sight of great swaths of them. In a meadow. Running up the side of a hill.Carrying armloads of lilacs into the house.The return of all flowers. Daffodils, hyacinth, tulips. The return of warmth.Coffee on the deck in … Continue reading How to Slow Time
I designed my summer this year. Made a plan, carried it out, and it worked! Summer slowed down and I saw every moment of it.
First novel: Depressed woman locks herself up with hawk. (H is for Hawk) Second novel: Blind girl and her father flee Nazis carrying a diamond. (All The Light We Cannot See) Third novel: Fat boy tries to lose his virginity during the bloody reign of Trujillo in Dominican Republic. (The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar … Continue reading The Novelty of Reading Novels Has Worn Off
Here's how summer usually goes. "Oh, the phlox are in bloom! Summer, finally! Yay." Next comes a flurry of manic activity: Clean the garage. Mow the grass. Have a yard sale? Yes? No? Have visitors. Go visiting. Go to Farmer's Market. Plant stuff. Eat outside. Beer. Wine. 4th of July. Then suddenly...drums. And trumpets. The … Continue reading Slow Down, Summer!