Montpelier in Winter

The tiny train station

a beacon  in the

mounds of snow and

then the cab ride through

the somnolent town,

colorful Victorian homes

contrasting the white,

the gold-domed capital

glowing like a nimbus,

guiding the way up the hill

to the college, where we’d

analyze characters like

our own flesh and blood,

all of us crowded together,

breathing the same air,

our hearts beating faster,

energy flowing so fervently,

that one needed to pause,

and I’d retreat back down,

to the health store where

I’d sit by a window overlooking

the frozen river, and drink

herbal tea, watching the

churn of water under

the ice, knowing that

soon it would all be a

rush, and that this

would be a


Greener Grass

In this era of social networking the greener grass syndrome is even more profound.  We view pictures of beautiful people in beautiful places as we struggle to make end’s meet each day. What we have to keep in mind is that FB isn’t the real world–it is pictures of an imagined world that people want us to believe they exist in: all sun and smiles. We are all part of the human conditon: some days are good, some days are bad, and some days are just darn awful–and we are true heroes for slogging on. I guess my point is that we expend huge amounts of energy envying make-believe lives, when that energy would be put to much better use trying to make our real lives and the lives of others better. Even my friends who are in the Caribbean now, posting pictures of themselves in bikinis on sailboats in blue water, have to, eventually, come up for air.




If I had to find one word to sum up the year for Don and me it would have to be ‘expansion.’  I was thinking about this while swimming last eve, my lungs expanding with each rhythmic breath. I thought of the many flowers we transplanted this fall, with the help of my parents and a few wonderful friends. When I walk out in the garden, now, it is as if I can hear the deep expansive breath of the plants.  We also expanded our business this year by inviting the public to two major events on our farm: first a dinner here organized by “Farm Dinners on the Shore,” with several amazing local chefs, and then our first annual “Holiday Happening on the Flower Farm,” with local artists vending, along with a local winery and restaurant. A wonderful time was had by all at both events. And our cat, Neil, aka “The Butler,” took care of parking the cars and greeting the guests. I am also now teaching English part-time at Chesapeake College. And my novel, We Were Here, will soon be available on Kindle and other electronic reading devices. Don has also expanded his talents, working as a landscaper and plumber, as well as a carpenter, and even administering medicine to chickens that he cares for now and then. We have also expanded the room in our home : last year, at this time, we had six cats, two that we were trying to find foster homes for, and I am happy to report that we found a wonderful home for them in Virginia. The furry fab four breathed a huge sigh of relief at that. And they are ever so content now, like the flowers. So things are all well here, growing, expanding, and all content.  I wish the same for you and yours.