Isaias is coming. Headed up the coast of Florida and predicted to hit the smallest point of Georgia that dares seduce the sea, on Sunday evening. At high tide. On the night of the full moon. It has, by now, been downgraded to a tropical storm. But we did not know that hours ago. Hours ago, the grocery store was packed with people stocking up on water. And batteries. And all of the little things that help us feel in control. I was doing my part. Hours ago. To assert control. Armed with my rake and bucket, I removed leaves … Continue reading Little Storms Brewing

Quick peek tonight at our sanding progress. My husband has been hard at work sanding while I have been debating between stain colors. I hope to have a finished room to “reveal” by the end of the weekend but for now, a peek behind the plastic dust curtain, to the progress thus far. Continue reading Sanding Sneak Peek

I was on my way to run an errand when I hit a snag a few miles in. Traffic had ground to a stop before the highway, and cars were backing up fast. I was able to work my way to the turn lane and go right instead of left avoiding the entire thing. As I looped around I congratulated myself on my clever work around; astounded by the hundreds of cars at a standstill for miles and miles and miles. I silently cursed these drivers figuring they were backed up waiting for the light, headed over the causeway to … Continue reading Perspective

The look on this little guy’s face says it all. As we move forward in getting our house in order, I realize how backwards we have done some things. Allow me to explain….. When we moved in, we had the movers pile most of the boxes into the rooms on the bottom floor. We knew the majority of them belonged downstairs and to be honest, I was unorganized when I packed them originally, leaving it nearly impossible to tell the contents of any given box. The exception being the many, many, many boxes labeled “books” and the equally numerous boxes … Continue reading Sisyphus, the Stone, and the Sander

Just a quick one tonight (our internet has been dropping so I am hurrying to get something published before it flakes out again.) I wanted to share this amazing mural that popped up on the side of the old hardware store in town. I love that there is always someone who sees possibility in what others have forgotten about, someone who sees the potential in the side of a closed down building, a future just waiting to be set free. Continue reading Set it Free

Church bells rang out of habit this morning, forgetting that services had been cancelled. Forgetting that people had been asked to stay home. Forgetting that it is not safe to venture out into the storm of a virus whose novelty is becoming old. Bells unanswered, called out to one another, confirming that all of the flocks were missing, while silent spires rose in defiance to meet the darkening sky. Continue reading Stormy Sunday

Mornings we walk with the dogs, on a set route. Keeping them on track and focused keeps us from really looking around and noticing all of the quirks and details that surround us. Evening is our time. We head out, just the two of us and wander wherever we please. We turn abruptly down side streets not noticed before, follow them until we are hopelessly lost (but not really.) Feel the pull of home calling to us, hear the imagined whine of dogs excluded from adventuring, decide we should head back, decide to take the long way. Continue reading Saturday Night Stroll

A gridiron of branches, anything but parallel, hold rays of light as the sun struggles to touch down in the heavens; the silence of evening, witnessed by one, louder than a stand of cheering crowds. Continue reading Friday Night Lights

The sky has been filled with young squirrels recently. Clumsily clamoring through the tree tops and skittering across roofs and eaves, they struggle to find their footing, their balance, their nerve. The key, they are learning, is not to look down. So they ignore me as I gasp, sure the waver of the wire coupled with first tentative steps is not going to end well. They tune out dogs worked up in a frenzy, upset that something without wings could dare to aim so high. They take a moment, steady themselves, focus straight ahead and run to the other side … Continue reading Don’t Look Down