Friday, March 16, 2018

Blowin' in the Wind...

Read a book aloud to someone you love, preferably to someone near your own age. Why should only children ever get to be read to?.

We're talking our way through this one at our house right now. Stephen King calls The Shadow of the Wind  "one gorgeous read." If you read it aloud, say the words carefully.. It might just blow you away.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Mary, Mary...

Mary Washington (asparagus) came over the ridge from Sow True Seed in time for me to get the crowns into the ground before dark. Our asparagus row gets about ten feet longer every year. At that rate, I won't live long enough to plant sufficient for all the asparagus lovers I know.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Digging the words...

Robinson Community Garden, Saluda NC

Writing a story is just off-dirt gardening. Both require one to dig, till, plant,weed, water and wait. Sometimes what comes up is not at all the anticipated. Right now, I'm wondering what to do about the sweet potato vines that have volunteered from last year. Somehow, I must have missed something.

Off-dirt, The novel that has been bugging me since last summer is threatening to become two. I need to decide which to finish first. Meanwhile, concentrating on some short stories that are popping up contrary to all intention or expectation.. Current plan is to try to stumble across enough new tales by the end of the year to make a decent collection.

It looks like spring may find my last completed (not to mention reviled, revised and re-written) novel manuscript, Slick Rock Creek, still making the rounds, looking for a home closer home.


Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Saya endo...

Got the saya endo (snow peas) into the ground before the March snow. Settled for a cold rain.  With a little luck there should be some sweet and tender pods for a salad or stirfry on my 77th birthday. If not, I'll settle for cake.

Sunday, March 11, 2018


Most of my memories of Saluda were still sharp when I returned after forty years away, but two things I'd forgotten. One was the wind, that can rise from rest to roar in under half an hour, then sustain for two or three days, it's surging as constant as an ocean's surf. 

The other is the fog, that can rise up into clear air in the span of a few minutes, tumble down the mountain onto the town like a tsunami, obliterating everything beyond a stone toss. Traffic slows, sounds are muted. Sometimes a creepy, or at least otherworldly tale will ride in on the stillness, and trouble my peace until I write it down.

Needless to say, the wind and the fog are unforgotten now.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Sunshine and rain...

This time of year, I'm just a rainy-day and midnight-burn writer, for I'm a sunshine gardener, and will even take a cloudy day if the soil is dry enough to work. Red Kale, Bull's Blood Beets, and Komatsuna got in the ground this week. This morning, Robinson Community Garden boasted a considerable human population. With this little cold wet spell behind us, we'll see some earnest agriculture happening up and down Henderson Street in Saluda.

Friday, March 9, 2018

...a fine line.

My Baptist preacher grandfather used to say that maybe ten percent of his congregation were Christians. The rest, he figured, were merely superstitious. 

We make a mistake to equate religion with faith. There can be a fine line between lust and love, between the desire to own, and the longing to be possessed.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

...hard copy.

Saluda Lifestyles comes to our house on-line, but if you prefer hardcopy, once you've read yours, a page is just the right size, shape and weight to make a cup for seed starting.

My copy came via Greaton and I'm starting my poblamo transplants in these.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

...just a word.

God is just a word.
We can't wrap our tongues
around the Real.
Our language can't say
the Truth of all being.
Our alphabet is too small
to spell out the Word
without beginning or end.

So we look for signs
to mark our way.
We seek a Life
to light us home.
We listen for the music
holding the world together,
telling us what we can't know
knew us before we were.

Monday, March 5, 2018


Don't be fooled. It may feel like winter, but I sowed my flats of tomato seed last Friday, so spring can't be many days off. First time I've tried Katana, but they grow well in Hokkaido, so they ought to thrive here. Katana tomatoes have been developed to be especially disease and mildew resistant, and have fine texture and flavor. They can take the heat and are cold tolerant enough to get an early start. This may be the mountain tomato I've been looking for.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

...all our own.

Often, we can be our own punishment, but we can only look to God for healing. Whoever God looks like to you, She is ever the Other, the Mercy who lives where you can never go, until She brings you there.

Before we even know where to look for God, She has found us.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Whatever happens once...

Our first winter in Saluda (2016) we had a snowfall on the third day of March. Not a big one, but it got our attention.We had a bigger March snow the next year. As my grandmother used to say, What happens once will likely happen twice, and what happens twice will surely happen a third time. The forecast doesn't look especially promising, but we shall see...

Friday, March 2, 2018


Photo by David Longley

God's ecstasy creates the world, and the world's ecstasy realizes God. --Beatrice Bruteau

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Winter dogs...

Old dogs in winter
lie out on a warm day.
Even at a loss for words,
We chase them anyway.