My husband clipped the last rosebuds of the season at our summer house today. They are pale yellow, long and extremely slender. Reminding me of opera divas, they struggle to hold up their heads; barely alive, singing their last aria.
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Mercifully, I don’t remember it all that clearly. I don’t know exactly why my memory fails me but partly it’s because I still have minor memory loss from two rounds of ECT
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It already feels like Autumn today on Cape Cod even though summer will return like a blast furnace to Boston next week.
Read MoreBy the miracle of air travel we have arrived in Puglia, Italy. Puglia is a region on the coast directly east of Naples. The Gargano peninsula rises up up rocky and imposing protecting the internal farmland that looks easily like Missouri; flat and green with the young harvest of corn to come.
Read MoreIt is a snowy-rainy weekend. I am in Maine at the boarding school my youngest son attended. It’s a parent/student seminar.
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