Listening to the Music of Life

The wildflowers seem unusually abundant this year so I’ve been focusing on them. They are singing my name, and on this excursion down dirt roads they were beckoning me in unison, like a well rehearsed choir. There were some soloists but even they appeared more elegant within their milieu. When I was seven, swaying the swing under the giant oak, […]

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Filling up at the Garden

On Tuesday, on the way home from my weekly trip to the Naples Botanical Garden, I happened upon the memory of “going to the filling station.” At some point in my earlier years we used this phrase to indicate that we needed to get our auto gassed up – we needed to buy some petro. I know what triggered that […]

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