"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
The climbing rose is blooming its heart out. The Big Heat is just getting warmed up (though it's early this year, will be 95 here today). And the air is scented with honeysuckle flower.
Schools are letting out, vacations are beginning, days are long and languid.
I'm grateful to be embarking upon another trip around the sun today. I just snuck into May ... but I'm glad I did.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
11:17 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]
<< Home