Threshold Dwellers: Living at the Edge

Sometimes I find it odd that I reside on a foggy coastline, given that in my bones I think of myself as an arid, Mediterranean creature. In my ongoing yearning and search for a place to put down roots, I often find myself musing on the high desert plateau of New Mexico, a sagebrush-strewn mesa where I


Roots for the Soul

The pots of lavender and rosemary on my front deck need a permanent home. So do I. As I watered and tended them, still fussing over the collateral damage incurred last week during the great cypress cutting, I lamented that they were not yet in the ground and nicely settled. That said, they likely would