Every Now and Then, the Bluebells Wait for You Like most people of romantic bent, I fell headlong in love with the Merchant Ivory f...

Explore.  Dream.  Discover. In the upcoming days the curtains I pull back at dawn will reveal unfamiliar landscapes.   A tall to...

Through the Window Except for one unfortunate and blessedly brief anomaly when I was about eight, I have had long hair all of my ...

The Low Country It isn’t the light, seeping through the tops of the trees like honey,  gathering in golden puddles here and the...

What Do We Do? Thursday evening, following a long day of gardening, we decided to forego a home-cooked dinner and head over to our...

Sainthood? When one considers the fraternity of Saints, it is rather astonishing to realize the roles that have been played by ani...

Birthday Icing Edward is sad because Apple feels bad. Thanks so much for all your sweet letters and comments about Apple.  I am ...

The Athlete  Famed swimmer Diana Nyad was once a student at Emory University, but was  expelled for jumping out of a fourth-floor ...

Nests It was a wind much more suited to the barrens of January than to the first full week of  spring.  It pushed me up the front p...

“But friendship is precious, not only in shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things,  ...

A List for Spring.... Has Anyone Seen It? Today I wore a coat the colour of a Springtime sky.  In this part of the country, in ...

Ballet For Martha The Appalachian Trail traverses over two thousand miles of the eastern United States, criss-crossing quiescent ...