Sunday, March 1, 2015

Like a Moth to the Flame


"I shouldn't have to convince you to do what it takes to get a set of keys"- Frank Underwood.

Friday, February 27, 2015

The Appeal of Possibility


After the holidays fade begins the excitement of the many seed catalogs that fill our mailbox. Armchair gardeners feast their eyes and fill their imaginations with all the possibilities. Being thrifty of late, I turn from the catalogs to ebay in search of my heart's desire- and this year I plan on growing zinnias, lots of them.


My friend Joyce has the most enchanting bed of this hardy plant and creates arrangements that dazzle with a dappled light reflected in their many petalled blooms. For now, my purchases accumulate in a sunroom drawer as I await the arrival of May, the end of frost and the chance to at long last tip my spade in to the ground.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

I Can Hardly Wait


Now that I am serving as an elected official (in the most modest of capacities as a trustee for Sleepy Hollow) I have been exposed to levels of  behavior that has opened my eyes to what passes as civil discourse (and I use civil in the most loose of its standard definitions). Having savored and been repelled by the machinations of Frank Underwood and Co., I am definitely looking forward to the release of Season 3 of House of Cards tomorrow on Netflix. I know their chicancery will far exceed the nuttiness I've seen but there will be a kind of cosmic release in what this new season will deliver even if it's relegated to a screen and not the board room of our village hall.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Mental Health is your Most Important Asset


Managing another day of brutally cold weather- not unique to many of us this winter- means trying to manage the frustration of moving events forward as the environment pushes back in kind. I'm not the sort of person who craves a tropical vacation and mostly endures these months as the price we pay for the pleasures of spring, summer and fall but cabin fever has struck and struck hard. So I study the frost clad window pane with an eye towards appreciating its unique beauty as I would wish it away, longing for the feel of warmer temperatures and the sound of green clad trees rustling in the breeze.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

When the Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree


The nature nurture question prevails. Still you have to get a kick out of how your kids sometime
share your interests, even if the level of their fascination is slightly mortifying (I don't recall ever having nails as lovely and well kept as my daughter Sarah's). Yet I admire her precision and passion as long as she's spending even more time hitting the books and going to class.