Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
I've had these two bits on my desktop screen for months now. I don't think I'm going to come up with anything else to say about either of these observations. However, I would like to share them. Also I think I'd like other opinions on the matter. (I've left the comments open.) So here is… Continue reading Couple Things…
Yom Kippur begins today. This is the day of atonement, the day to set things right by the world. To ask for and to grant forgiveness. To bring yourself back into balance with others. I had a very different post scheduled for today, but… I was eating my morning oatmeal and reading the local paper.… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 15 September 2021
I saw Mama again last night. Just sitting in her favorite chair in the kitchen. She looked content. She doesn’t speak in these dreams, but there is hope in her eyes. I miss her so much, my heart just breaks when I see her. I think maybe some of the old stories may be right… Continue reading Mama’s Chair
When life hands you crappy plums — or when an adorable farmer who you seemingly can not deny (ahem) hands you crappy plums — it’s time to make plum jam. And plum sauce. And maybe some prunes, though I haven’t found my drying rack yet and am not completely sure it would work in this… Continue reading Ginger Peachy Plum Jam
In response to the tirade on boomers and millennials I posted last week, I received a wonderful message from Venkataraman Amarnath about a millennial neighbor. I was given permission to share this story with all of you. It is beautiful! And so very hopeful! We have known our neighbors' son since he was ten. After… Continue reading Boomer Addendum
All around the globe, these are days of balance. For much of the planet’s midsection, this is not a big change, but it is a shift, usually between rainy and dry seasons. For the South, summer is approaching and it is finally getting warm again, while up North, we’re heading into winter. But South or… Continue reading Balanced Time
I’m the mother of two millennials. I used to own a kids’ bookstore when millennials were tots and tweens and teens. I have taught millennials at both ends of their age spectrum. I have millennial friends. I am not a millennial (nor a boomer, squarely GenX here), but I think I might be a somewhat… Continue reading Because Boomers…
A week or so ago the first of the maples were clearly changing colors. Maples seem to need more hours of daylight than most other trees. When day length is less than 14 hours, maples send their topmost leaves to sleep. This happens in the second week of August at Vermont latitudes. So by the… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 8 September 2021
There is an oldish adage among writers that claims that you almost always have to write the book that you want to read. I don’t know how true that is of fiction. I have a very difficult time coming up with narratives that I like and that have not yet been written, and I’ve read… Continue reading How Not to Garden
Again, a perfectly wonderful book raised my ire by throwing out a tired trope — the assertion that all our societal woes date to the "inception of agriculture" (which phrase is itself a red flag that raises my blood pressure; there is no such point in time or place). This time the claim that farming… Continue reading The Straight Story on Farming
By My Solitary Hearth 