“I’m heading back now, I’ve got to clean the chicken coop,” Naomi said as we stood at the edge of the ocean watching as herring seiners vacuumed the sea. Above us, in the sky, squalls of gulls circled and plummeted, scooping up silver shards left behind by the seiners. “I’ll come and help,” I offered, … More Exhaustion
I am breathing a sigh of relief. The season of my temptation is nearly done and I leave it with almost a clear conscience. I have pinched but one wee lilac blossom. Sadly, as is the case with most crimes and misdemeanors, my petty thievery did little to assuage my obsession. While I only broke … More Life in a big city brings out the lilac lust in me
This past weekend, somewhere between Cambridge and Paris, a trillium waved a white-gloved hand in my direction. And yes, it caught my attention. I’ve likely caught yours, too, tossing off place names that conjure up images of old stone and ivied walls, of cobbled streets and majestic arches. Before you begin hearing the swish of … More A trillium welcome to you, too
Lynda MacGibbon 