Watching The Leaves

Watching The Leaves

Yesterday, while preparing Italian sausages and bell peppers for dinner, I heard it outside.  Like knives, cold and metallic, hitting each other.  I dropped the peppers, grabbed my phone from the console, and hurried to the sliding glass door in my family room.  I had been right about what I had heard. Outside the wind … Continue reading

A Different Fall

A Different Fall

I grew up in a southern state with only two notable seasons: spring and summer (a long and arduous one).  After we got married, Danith and I lived on the West Coast where he described the trade wind as dry (as opposed to wet and muggy).  Into our second year of marriage, we moved to … Continue reading

Climbing That Tree

Climbing That Tree

This evening I’m aiming for a Western meal.  Baby spinach with sliced strawberries and crushed roasted almonds and walnuts with a homemade vinegrette dressing; frozen lasagna that is baked until the edges are browned and crackling; and a warmed Italian loaf with grass-fed butter, presented on a wooden cutting board. As Danith and his mom … Continue reading