Vermont summer was in full bloom… The woods appeared dense and dark outside my studio window early Saturday morning. Ominous to my imagination. The canopy of trees shielded the daylight. The sounds that often wake me during the quietest hours roam freely in the deep forest. Remote living. Beautiful and…

Covered Bridges Half Marathon this Sunday…Enjoy the Vermont Ride! Just a couple of country miles from my little house on the hill resides our local ski mountain. An improvised rope tow put Suicide Six on the map as the first ski resort in the United States to have a ski…

Daisies Dotted Armageddon… Somewhere around 5 am I woke for the third time this early morning. The house predictably quiet. Stillness comforted. My 14-year-old rescue didn’t even raise his head as I passed him. Cub is used to my early morning wanderings… Being caught somewhere between the residual of darkness…

The chug of coffee brewing as a hummingbird buzzed outside my kitchen window early yesterday morning. Hanging pots of deep purple petunias. The perfect nectar. A tiny and delicate illustration of joy and freedom… Fresh blueberries glistened in a colander. Drying in my white porcelain kitchen sink. A favorite muffin…

Ice Cream by the River… Birthday cards decorated my kitchen table. Ten pale pink tulips delicately splayed while resting on the air. A life marked by a birthday each May 12 was well spent yesterday… I chatted with friends and loved ones on the phone and virtually. A beautiful pop-up…

Cape Cod in the springtime is variable. Temperatures struggled to reach the high 40’s last weekend. The trees danced with the gale force winds. White caps on the bay side. Nearly 20 degrees cooler than my adopted home of Vermont. An unexpected turn of events… A Sunday afternoon walk in…

Planning one’s financial future and retirement can feel a bit daunting. Retirement is a word not easily digested as I have no plans for stopping working. However, wise it may be… Recently the three phases of retirement planning were explained to me. The Go-Go Years, The Slow-Go Years and the…

Vermont is reaching toward spring; a slow go but the signs are there. A weekend visit to my daughter’s home just three hours south of mine was underway. Spring had noticeably arrived in Massachusetts. Cherry blossoms exquisitely pink. Tulips in bold shades of red. The grass greening… A busy grandparenting…

Bittersweet or Nostalgic? Grateful it is… Organizing my art studio was long overdue. I was looking down the barrel of cleaning procrastination and decided to dive in and get it done… Canvas in varying sizes and stages of completion were precariously leaning on most available corners. Evidence of recent commissions…