Tag Archives: Mother nature
In Leaf
In leaf is an old English term meaning, in bloom… by the end of April, most trees are in leaf. I love not only the simplicity, but how it sounds, as if it should be put to music. There’s a … Continue reading
Give Us Our Daily Bread
I’m coming back from my run walking along Fifth, when I see three baby birds struggling with a piece of what looks like, stale Wonder Bread. They’re trying diligently to break off pieces, I imagine, they can fly home with. … Continue reading
The Central Park Gym
Nice to have a gym that’s two and half miles long and a half mile wide. None of this shoulder to shoulder stationary bike business competing for elbow room. You can join a yoga class on the Great Lawn, do … Continue reading
All Hoodies Up
There was a time not that long ago, if a hint of rain was expected, I’d never leave the house. My iPhone frequently warns me showers are imminent poking my acute phobia about getting wet in its side. Like Carmela, … Continue reading
A Rose By My Bed
For as long as I can remember a pink rose greeting you first thing in the morning was right up there with the sun. Continue reading
Those Four-legged Ambassadors
I can’t sleep, once again turning to nature for comfort, convinced animals cure all things. And to think, they don’t even have to practice. I tried out for the Playboy Club, but didn’t quite make it. We blondes burn easily. … Continue reading
Cat And Mouse
Now I’ve seen everything. Rosie, the Windsor Florist cat, has a new playmate and one that has come as a complete surprise. It’s a little baby mouse the owner has named Pip, as in pipsqueak since he’s the size of … Continue reading
Mistaken Identity
In my Ouch essay I talked about how much I hate littering, so when marching over to a park worker picking up piles of junk to commiserate, it came as no surprise. What did was what he told me. “I … Continue reading