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(For the Artemis II astronauts who looped around the moon onApril 6, 2026, the first humans to do so in more than a half century.) It must be, I imagine, likecatching a glimpse of someoneyou have a crush on, or … Continue reading →

Be kind… It feels good The license plate ahead of mesuggests on Easter morning,having just come from a labyrinth walk at churchwhere, as I circled the perimeter,holding space for the walkers, I could not keep from smiling,watching the faces of … Continue reading →

And in the pouring, somehow a blessing.And in the pounding of my heart, somehow a blessing.And in the gaps, somehow a blessing that gathers itselfeven now, that has been gathering itself for ages,that will never stop. —Jan Richardson ••• And … Continue reading →

I am going to listen for the water at the edge of things.—Anne Lamott (quoting a child at her church) Listen.I know that walking my neighborhood,marveling at the show-offy flowers,spring springing, is a distraction. I know how much awful we … Continue reading →

I came home to finda purple-hatted wizard and ared-lipped fish with a dragon-y tail on my doorstep, two creationsdropped off by my clay-artist friendafter I had admired them. I grinned and perhaps let outa squeal when I saw two of … Continue reading →

(for Clifford) I imagine you’ve been keeping an eyeon things from your spot in the mystery twenty-five years after your departure,watching our front yard transform from a rectangular swath of lawn (to be generous)known for its impressive annual crop of … Continue reading →

My friend the Master Gardener shows mehow to properly transplant the wee ones we brought home yesterday, which makes merealize that I’ve fumbled through the process for decades. I do know to gently removethe immigrant from the only home it … Continue reading →

(for Lindsey Holloway) We chart a course through a vast sea of sprigsgreening from small pots to which my friendthe Master Gardener has brought me. As we sail down aisles and ooh and ahh overthe miracle of so many varieties … Continue reading →

After I gave up that car andretired the license plates, I hammered one into the grayingredwood that is the back fence. The nearby rose bush prunedfor winter means that I can see the plate without surroundingfoliage for a while, which … Continue reading →

After a mid-afternoon linnerat a spot down the river road thatfeels as if we’re miles away fromour city, we cross the Freeport Bridgeto another county and headsouth for some miles, the riverto the port side on a spring Saturday that … Continue reading →