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When I first moved to Maryland almost ten years ago, a neighbor came over to introduce himself, talk about how to eat a blue crab (he was a Joppatowne boy) and to tell us very seriously, that if we didn’t like the weather it was okay – we could simply wait ten minutes and it [...]
The roses are starting to pop
Every morning, regular as clockwork, I come out onto my porch clutching my coffee, breathe deeply, and begin the watering. Admittedly I do not need to water every day – I have not yet finished planting my pots for the season, and the days are still cool enough to [...]
Portrait of A Weed
In the early hours of the morning at this time of year, you can find me in one of two places. Either I am sitting at the writing desk in my living room, senses keyed to the sound of juvenile footsteps on the staircase, or you will spy me kneeling in [...]
Got Cream?
I may be head over heels in love with the iris and roses that are blooming in my garden right now, but the rest of my family is far more interested in the promise of that which is yet to come in just a few short weeks – and I don’t mean the [...]
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"SO all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!"
-John Greenleaf Whittier from "Snow-Bound" 1807-1892
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