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The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
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But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
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Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
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The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
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But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
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Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
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Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
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The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
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Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
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In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
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Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
Read More

The rose series continues…

Another in the rose series for this Saturday, a not so common peach beauty. A big day here at the old casa, the wall out front is finally getting repaired and we are actually going somewhere without the dog. We'll see how that goes. But for now our #pandemicpractice will continue to be #reframingwithoutforgetting. #capitolhillwalks continue as #springisspringing around here.
Read More

But, I don’t want to…

Believe it or not, there is the occasional morning when I just don't want to walk. This was one of them. And those are, invariably, the mornings when I walk the farthest (didn't mean to) and see with a most amazing vision. The sky was amazing this morning. #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Nature can still surprise me…

And after 15 months of wandering the neighborhood in the early morning, there are still surprises to be seen. How many times have I passed this tree and never noticed the delicate flowers? We just won't even try to answer that question. And it isn't lonely...there are 4 or 5 of them within a block of my home. I think it is called a black locust if Google has any authority in such matters. But the white lacy wisteria-like flowers are everywhere in my vision this Monday. What sight surprises you this Monday? #pandemicpractice #everymorningiseastermorning #springisspringing #capitolhillwalks
Read More

Red and white…

Every morning in spring as I step out the back door to begin my walk, this is the vision that greets me...white roses cascading over the back fence from a neighbor's yard. This morning, this beauty takes me back to Mother's days so many years ago, when as we got dressed for church, my own mother would pin a red rose to my dress and a white to her own. I was older before I could ask the question about why mine was red and hers white. It may even have been only on that Mother's day when I was baptized for the first time and confirmed into the Presbyterian…
Read More

The dew is on the rose…

This morning's walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I'm a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.
Read More

Build your own metaphor…

For sure, it isn't the best of pictures. But it is an important one. If you can see the tiny rose bush...just getting started. I've had it pulled out of the garden twice. I personally dug out the root. But here it is. Again. And I'm sure it will be beautiful. Again. I'll let you build the metaphor you need most today from this story and I will keep mine to myself. Have a great Wednesday.
Read More

In my lilac dawn…

And for this #earthday I bring you lilacs. We don't have many in the neighborhood, and many, like ours, are bushes and have not yet bloomed. Sorry you can't smell them, they are wonderful. But if you want to experience the best lilac arbor in town, head to the National Arboretum for a walk. Wish that I had time today. I'll just have to enjoy this stand of trees at the end of Garfield Park for now. Oh, and the title comes from a poem written NOT by me: “And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.”― Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
Read More

Honoring beauty in a season of change…

Unlike most days, today my wandering had a destination. Since the weather predicts heavy wind today, the tulips on my walk will take a beating, I'm sure, and I just hadn't paused to honor their beauty. We don't have many houses here on the Hill that have space to do justice to tulip growing, but this one does. It seems to me that the tulips are the one flower that has held steady to their bloom cycle this year, so many other things have been early that it seems all the beauty is rushing in at once. Other things are changing too...there are people walking to a destination rather than…
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