A Bowl of Quinces, A Feast of Gratitude

They look something like small, golden apples with a whisper-thin coat of fuzz. On the table by the windows, the bowl of homely little fruits is so fragrant that I can smell their perfume three feet away where I sit with my morning tea. At Thanksgiving dinner, they were placed attractively on weathered sycamore leaves…

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Tastes of Spring: A Trip to Farmer’s Market

The enticing aroma of ripe, fresh strawberries scents the air. It is a bright spring morning and I have walked from my writer’s cottage in Carmel-by-the-Sea to the weekly farmer’s market. The gathering of vendors is a modest affair, perhaps a dozen tables, the market significantly smaller now that the City exiled it from the…

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A Winter Solstice: A Holiday Ritual

The stockings are hung by the old stone chimney with care. A pair of tall pillar candles glow warmly upon the hand-carved hearth, and a large poinsettia in front of the fireplace (soon to be moved for this evening’s fire) adds a bit of holiday cheer to my little poet’s cottage. Even if I had…

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A Bowl of Peas

It was a meal of utmost simplicity. Purity, even. My partner had just departed for Europe, going on a few days ahead of me, and I was spending a bit longer in rural Carmel Valley on the central California coast before joining up together in France. It was early afternoon on a warm, sunny day…

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Spiraling Through Time: A New Kind of Calendar

A new year. Fresh beginnings. For many of us, the nascent year also includes a new calendar, whether a digital display on our mobile device or a paper one posted somewhere around the house or office. It all looks so neat and orderly and linear, those monthly arrangements of boxes representing days; seven in a…

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