Monthly Archives: June 2015

Weeds are such personal plants. They seem like intruders, Breaking into our beds And stealing the sun and soil, Strangling and starving their more noble neighbors. So we pluck them when we can. We weep as we watch them pile … Continue reading →

It’s a cool March morning while Robert and I wait for an old friend of his to arrive.  We’ve set up a coffee date to try to finally get the two of them together.  Mike walks in, wearing a sweater … Continue reading →