Notes from the Compost Pile

from many pieces a mosaicist fashions art all of one piece This is a detail from one of the mosaics in Marissa's upcoming show, which wi...

  Last night, as I was about to head upstairs and get ready for bed, I glanced down  and noticed, close to the wall just below the first ste...

Juneteenth this year was the 30th anniversary of my father's death.  I’ve written elsewhere about my relationship with him, directly and...

Celebrate the Earth every day as a matter of personal habit Make composting your practice to insure the continued health of our beloved plan...

On Easter Sunday I napped and gardened awhile and thought about Colman an old friend who had just died.   Death comes and goes swiftly where...

When in doubt, start to blog because writing is literally manual labor, which permits one to think more clearly, to more fully grasp an idea...

 Set the alarm for 5:30 this morning to see the eclipse. Looking west from the bathroom window, the moon was little more than a red smudge r...