"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Monday, April 21, 2025
Sidewalk beauty...
Sunday, April 6, 2025
Redbud 2025
4 April 2025:
[Catch-up post]
The best tree in my yard hit its stride on Saturday. Just breath-taking.
Thursday, April 3, 2025
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Stadium Tree
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Saturday, March 29, 2025
First visitor...
Friday, March 28, 2025
Just ahead...
Thursday, March 27, 2025
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
Getting closer...
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
"Spring in the mischief in me"
19 March 2025: Crazy-busy day, but not a bad one. Been working non-stop with probably about an hour's more work to go before I let myself call it. At the same time, Frost's line from "Mending Wall" (in this post's title) has been in my head on and off all day. Part of the reason is that I taught the poem in ENGL 204 today.
Beyond that, though, the idea of mischief (fueled by the transition to my favorite season) has been kind of fueling my attitude (in good ways).
Anyway, this isn't the most thought-out or eloquent post, I know. (See above--so much more to do, "miles to go before I sleep," to borrow even more from Frost.) But it's enough to "count" for my daily post and get my butt back to work!