Category Archives: Minimalist

Breaking Ground

The Farm daffodils are finally breaking ground. Spring’s a bit late this year.  I’ll still take it.

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The Blue Chair

It seemed like a good blog post idea at the time. I lost my “mojo” and now I’m not so excited about it.

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Start Somewhere

I’ve tried to “be positive,” not complaining about what was the longest winter I could remember.  There’s still ice and snow everywhere, including on the garden I share with Uncle Bob and in my “surprise garden” on the corner of … Continue reading

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A Slip of a Gift

I was in the Biddeford-Saco area last Saturday and although I took some sad and ugly snaps with my camera, a big window-full geranium made me smile. The owner offered me the gift of a slip the next time I … Continue reading

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Sunshine Par Avion

Last night, I heard a tapping noise.  Maybe it was the baseboard?  No, it was ice at the window.  The ice turned to snow overnight and the first day of spring here in Maine is wet and wintery white. I … Continue reading

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Yaris in the Snow

I know, Reggie, I know, the Yaris is popular in Europe. It was a perfectly lovely rental car, but it’s not for me. The Jeep is back.

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On the Corner of Ash Street

On Ash Wednesday. Mardi Gras is over.

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Empty

I’m leaving tea towels aside today to celebrate the emptiness of my storage space. It took over a year to empty it completely.  Surrounded by all my stuff again, it’s time to get back to thoughtful analysis of what is … Continue reading

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This Spectral Season

More snow here in New England and even though the days are longer and the sun is stronger, I hear weary complaints.  The monstrous piles of white stuff causes shovelers to see shapes and spectres. Remember, the sun rises and … Continue reading

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Monday on Thursday

Young ladies used to embroider tea towels for every day of the week and then put them in their “hope” chest. Somewhere, I have a “Tuesday.”

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