A couple of years ago, I flew to Boston, visited shrines right and left from Cape Cod to Burlington, VT. By the end of the journey, I had circled back with one more shrine on my list. The home of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in Cambridge, MA. Read more about Three Trees
When I was a child, I lived in the trees. Or I would have, if my mother hadn't made me come down for supper.
It's easy to take trees for granted. There they are, rising above the houses, making shade, blocking the view, hosting birds and squirrels, making us sneeze. They're part of the scenery, generally relegated to the backdrop, because trees in the foreground would block the action. There's no actual drama in the tree itself. Nobody actually sees trees. Read more about I See Trees
Tra la! For the last Friday in May, we travel home to my backyard - my backyard of 2008. When the Wisteria ripened like grapes in autumn. So luscious they looked juicy. The vine is coming back now, after a couple of hard years. Wisteria can crawl all over your house, plucking at the weak spots in the siding, loosening shingles, and twining around ornamental trees. But as long as it puts on this yearly show, you forgive it for all the work it's made necessary the rest of the year. Read more about Flowers That Bloom In The Spring