In 2014, I invited folks to join me for an analog-digital sensation, an Instameet. Remember those? Instead of just taking photos by yourself and sharing them in those little IG squares, you’d invite anyone who’d like to meet in person, say hello in real life, …
Who knew that the day would come when clubs would open early in the day to accommodate our changing population? Clubs are popping up all over to adapt to the preferences of aging patrons as well as any one whose schedule allows them to have …
I recently spent an afternoon with a herd of bison, up close and personal, as they grazed on the grassy plain and huddled together with their small calves. It was mind-boggling to think that they were living not far from Chicago, and some compassionate people had set aside space for these ninety bison.
These beings, more than cattle ever has, made me think of the past, future, and present all at once. It’s quite easy to forget that there’s so much life on the planet outside of us humans. In addition to these animals that I associate with America, there were ripening blackberries, butterflies, and a host of prairie flowers.
Back home in the Black Garden, our blackberries are still green but they, too, hold the promise of life and seasonal changes. I can’t wait to enjoy their sweet and tart juiciness. The black currants and hydrangeas, their fruit and flowers clustered together, present the now and later, too. What a beautiful world.
Today we lovingly poured our ruby-colored red drink into champagne flutes that had been purchased with my mom nearly two decades ago. We toasted our ancestors and to love as we reveled in the spiciness of sorrel. It is celebratory. We nibble on boiled peanuts …