First of all, I am fully aware that today is not Tuesday. However, I have been meaning to tell you about Trinket Tuesday for weeks now. Yesterday was my last Trinket Tuesday so now seems to be a good time to finally write this post. I am sure you are thinking to yourself, “What is Trinket Tuesday?” (You are also probably wondering how many times I can use the phrase “Trinket Tuesday” in one post. The answer is I will use it so often it will soon lose all meaning and simply become an annoying sound that rings in your head forever.) Trinket Tuesday sprang into being one slow week…

Do you ever want to run away? Not in a life-altering, leave everything behind and start over in a new country kind of way (though, hmmm, you could talk me into it) but in a “the world is too much with us; late and soon” kind of way. You start being driven crazy by your family who are doing nothing particularly wrong. You get grumpier and grumpier. You decide no one loves you and you love no one and if you don’t get out of the house soon you are going to push someone off the balcony. Unfortunately, while a murder charge will provide you with a peaceful, quiet cell,…

Life has been full of a lot of nonsense lately. Who needs work and bills and laundry, and endless errands? And the cooking; why does my family insist on eating every day? And where do they put all the food? And why is it all so expensive? Also, why doesn’t my life have more cake in it? I could handle the nonsense if there were more cake. This morning, my husband had a doctor’s appointment and then we went out for breakfast. It was very nice. We had time to chat without adult children wandering through the room constantly. I’m not sure how our two kids seem to always be…

Salty air. Sand between your toes. A warm breeze. The sound of waves against the shore. The screech of gulls. Searching for sea glass and shells. The shock of cold, New England water against your warm skin. Walking along the shore. Talking with family. Being silent with family. Memories of childhood; mine and my children’s. Peace. Happiness. Home.

I have not had much time for blogging lately which is making me grumpy. It is also still ridiculously hot and humid which is making me beyond grumpy. One day it shall cool off and I shall be cheerful again and write all the posts that are milling around in my head. In the meantime, you get this incoherent dump of this and that. The photo above was taken at an arboretum we visited recently. There will be a full post one of these days, but I loved this mountain laurel bush. Years ago, we used to visit a state forest in Connecticut every spring because the path was lined…