Floods. Fires. Famine. Heatstroke. A man attacks the husband of the Speaker of the House with a hammer. And the response from some of the nation’s Republican leaders is to hint at a possible justification. Conspiracy theories. The polarization continues, because instead of looking for common ground, places to find mutual agreement, the emphasis isContinue reading “Too Many Parking Lots in Paradise”
Cherry tomatoes. I’ve been obsessing over them. Yes, I know I’ve written several blogs about home grown tomatoes, but not one specifically focused on cherry tomatoes. This year’s crop is huge. Usually I’m picking the cherry tomatoes while they are still a red/orange, anxious to pop them in my mouth, but this year we haveContinue reading “The Best Tomatoes for a Fast Yummy Sauce”
It doesn’t matter how many times I go to a Farmers’ Market it always feels like the first time. And maybe it is the first time I see the fresh mustard greens or the bright yellow squash for sale that particular day. I stop at each booth. I ask questions. What is your favorite wayContinue reading “My Favorite Place To Shop”
Earlier this week I posted a photograph on social media of one of our sunflowers that had lost its head, literally. One of our recent thunderstorms with high winds must have snapped off the bud. However, this particular sunflower refused to give up. Seeking another opportunity to bloom, it managed to create several tiny sunflowerContinue reading “What Sunflowers Can Teach Us About Writing”
A gentle breeze caresses my arm as I reach for a cherry tomato. Gathering our summer harvest puts me into an altered state. It’s just me and the smell of the tomato plants and lavender. The chirps of birds and crickets are all I hear until a driver at the corner street intersection honks hisContinue reading “Coping Mechanisms for a Divided World“
I find, when I tap into my memory bank, that sound is most frequently my touchstone. I think of a scene and I hear it.
They call it God’s Country, open space where the sky is solid blue and the leaves on the trees a vibrant green. Birds sing outside my window in our Maryland home, but my mind is clearer, more open to their melodies while sitting in the Cape Cod woods. Memorial weekend provides a time for reflection.Continue reading “The Juxtaposition of Life and Death Has Its Consequences￼”
I have this memory of sitting outside on the grass, waiting for a country auction to begin. A warm summer day, my mother sat on a white folding chair studying the mimeographed catalogue. From my vantage point I could see two other children, who like myself had been given coloring books. I watched them, toContinue reading “Coloring Inside the Lines or Outside the Lines? What Works for You?”
Spring. Planting time. Knees a little soggy from kneeling in the grass, I’ve been working in the garden. This morning, my husband and I took a long walk downtown to Annapolis City Dock and then threaded our way through our town’s historic neighborhoods admiring flowers, ferns, trees. We really do live in a beautiful place andContinue reading “How to Plant a Spring Garden When You Really Are Not a Gardener”
Will the Pandemic enable us to reflect on our past actions and see more clearly?
No blue ribbons were awarded this year for beautiful May Baskets in Annapolis, Maryland, but that didn’t stop me from making one.
“The Essential Herman Maril” is the title of the art show currently featured at Acme Fine Art in Boston. The exhibit of works selected by Gallery owners James Bennette and David Cowan provides the viewer with an opportunity to become acquainted with some of the subject themes important in my father’s life. . His careerContinue reading “Herman Maril, Africa, and Imagery”
Climate Change Swathed in layers of sweaters beneath jacket and gloves I tighten my hood covering hat and ears Wind pushing against my body I advance to explore The pristine beach Bottle green ocean and cliffs of sand. A straight line is etched in the sand Its origin a mystery I seek the creatureContinue reading “Long Nook Beach Truro After Winter”
Ice Day By Nadja Maril As soon as I see the sun I reach for my coat in the closet. It is time to walk On this ice day. Frozen bits melt into drops Slide down gutters, pipes, trees Plop on to the cold wet mush we once called snow. I match my stepsContinue reading “Ice Day Poem by Nadja Maril”
I hold three crisp green Coca leaves…messages delivered to the fabric of the universe….