Mock orange v. forsythia

The mock orange is picking up where the peonies left off. Such a nice plant, covered with four-petalled white flowers and smelling sweet on sunny days. (Or at least in the few hours of sun between thunderstorms.) The poor thing was so smothered by that ugly pile of forsythia, when I first noticed it, there […]

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Peo-not

It’s not exactly comforting to make it home after getting caught in a frog-drowner, only to hear the weather guy on the radio saying this was nothing like the tornado-spawning storms of last week. Just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill severe thunderstorm.

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The muse is a useful fiction

I don’t really believe in the Muse, but I do think that allowing yourself to believe in visitations from an external “muse” or “genius” is a useful fiction. It’s like when practicing Taiji, if you allow yourself to believe that qi energy is flowing through your body, it makes it easier to relax into the […]

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Caught by a wave

All day yesterday and today, I’ve been working obsessively on a story that could be a sequel to the big fast mess of a novel I wrote a few years. Or it could be another big fat mess. It feels like I’m riding a wave and I don’t want to come down. The cool part […]

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Fledgling chickadees

This afternoon I heard a faint peeping high in the yew bushes. I looked up and just made out two little grey balls of fluff sitting on the boughs.  Fledglings. Every few minutes a grown-up chickadee would zoom in and the fledglings would call out and flutter their wings, begging for dinner. In a few […]

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A strangeness of peonies

For all the talk of crazy weather, what’s been going on isn’t as odd as you might think. Snowy winter with drifts that last into May? It happens. Wet, cold spring? Totally normal. Massive thunderstorms, both scary and awesome? Seen a few. Killer tornadoes in Massachusetts? Rare, but this is exactly when they strike. But […]

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Damselfly

When damselflies drop by, I always wonder where the pond is that they grew up in. Is it in someone’s yard? Do they spawn in the Charles river, and fly as adults far and wide? All I know for sure is they are beautiful little hunters, and I hope they catch lots of bugs to […]

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