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Author Archives: Rachael M Rollson
Duendesday: ’nuff said
{life with a curious and crazy almost 11 yr old}
Tuesday Happens
What’s happening around these parts? It’s green. Really green. The forsythia, violets, and apple blossoms have passed. The first wave of dandelions have seeded, and the daffodils are done. This is the green spot before the rest of the daisies open, our late lilac blooms, and the wild rose explodes (but only for a shortContinue reading “Tuesday Happens”
Monday’s Muse
Peace is supposed, imagined, divined, dreamed. Peace’s language, its sounds and rhythms, when read aloud, when read silently, should pacify breath and tongue, make ears and brain be tranquil. The images of peace are ephemeral, The language of peace is subtle. The reasons for peace, the definitions of peace, the very idea of peace haveContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”
Friday in Pictures: Special Duende Edition
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Thursday Recipe: Summer Food Dreams
We spend all Summer dreaming about the comfort foods of Winter (deep savory pies with aspic, vats of stews, casseroles of cheese and pasta) that when warmer weather comes we want simpler foods with less window dressing (grill foods, simple salads, fruit sorbets). But there are also those middle ground times – not just ofContinue reading “Thursday Recipe: Summer Food Dreams”
Duendesday, My Little Buttercup
{life with a curious and crazy almost 11 yr old} That’s us – the three amigo’s. Watching the world unfurl in a plethora of beauty and struggle. This little one’s struggles are not so bad. Duende does think it’s the end of the world when she’s out of ice cream (which she tries to finagleContinue reading “Duendesday, My Little Buttercup”
Tuesday Happenings
One minute it’s Winteresque and feels like the snow on the North slope will never melt, and the next it is lush and on the cusp of Spring overgrowth! We mow a little less so that I can forage in certain places (non-chicken spaces) and so that magickal goodness has time to grow and flowerContinue reading “Tuesday Happenings”
Monday Musing
Precipice BY JILL ALEXANDER ESSBAUM The borderof a thing. Its edgeor hem. The selvage,the skirt, a perimeter’strim. The blowof daylight’s end andnighttime’s beginning.A fence or a rim,a margin, a fringe.And this: the grim,stingy doorstepwhere the lapseof passage happens.That slim lip of land,the liminal vergethat slips you pastyour brink. Whereand when youblink.
Friday in Pictures: in Bloom
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