Monday, May 29, 2017
I wrote this in 2012. Today, the quiet, green hillside is still there, but there are, I fear, no geraniums. When we went to bury my father last summer, the little blue cottage across the street still served as the landmark by which we found mother's side of the family. The cemetery may stay more or less the same, but life moves on; I suppose a day like this helps us appreciate both the sameness and the change.
This is a holiday that always makes me just a little blue. If you've read Ask the Cool Cookie's excellent meditation on the subject, you'll more or less know why.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Really, this is the most picturesque city. Above is the view in which I've been rejoicing from the office for the last ten days, and it's a measure of the beauty of the place that it's really not all that special a view.