That’s a really long name for a bread recipe, but really what was delightful about this bread was all those flavors magically coming together: the sweet bitter of the chocolate stout, the sourdough flavor and chew, and then that lovely nutty...
I’ve been trying to get us all out of the house for a hike at least once a week. Last week we went back to the town forest, this time with a packed picnic lunch. After our lunch we continued our hike into the adjacent Braintree town forest...
April 23 Took advantage of a nice day to hike in the town forest. The entrance to the forest is about a mile and a half from our house, but we never used to go because I didn’t know where to park. Then we went on a hike there with the cub...
Catching up on posting blog posts that I didn’t finish. This describes an outing from April 14. We seized one of the only fine days and took a hike to Osprey Overlook/Great Esker Park, both part of the Back River trail in Weymouth. All the...
Ave Maria on the Lake A raft full of sheep is a strange sort of temple; yet this is where the morning bell finds them, golden notes carrying across golden water in the golden dawn. They bow their heads, and pray the familiar words, recalling how the...
Bud
Within the spear’s tip
winter’s foe is curled
leaves’ lace, spring’s green world.
Red petals sleeping
in a cozy nest
soon will spring, leaping.
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Perpendicular In Merson’s Rest on the Flight into Egypt Joseph’s dwindling fire sends up a fine white line of smoke into the dim sky. Perfectly perpendicular to the horizon’s dark blur, it makes a small cross, easily overlooked. But to my mind that...
The pond is a perfect mirror spreading its cloak to catch the sky’s falling image. As a woman will spread her skirt while the children shake apples down from the tree. The stars plop gently into the water plinking like frogsong, little silver specks...
The girl stands patient, her head bowed, resigned against the tug, braced against the braiding in the room’s red glow. Mother sings soft words that make no sense. The comb parts the flowing hair diving through the waves in a straight white line. The...
Someday I will travel to distant Corfu And see for myself the house that has no walls only light and shadow inexplicably dancing in planes here and there so as to suggest that maybe once there were walls or one day there might be but today if you...