Sweet spot

Here, exactly, is why I leave early for my library job and take the time to walk down to the lake.

Hello, baby fig tree

My friend John visited after work to diagnose the big fig tree he’d delivered in November. We’d been texting about some concerns rattling around my brain since he’d told me it was OK to take it out from its winter home in our shed. He’d mulled over my texted photos and decided it was time…

On the lake they boat

As I took a pre-work stroll, I noticed a boat already out on the water. Looked like they were having a good time. Early in the day, getting toward late May. Good for them.

New York Deli, Broadway style

My awesome daughter Elisabeth texted me that she and fiance George would be coming over on a day of my choice with sandwiches from Touch of Broadway Delicatessen. Thank you, giver of the gift card. On the chosen day, I texted back my request for hot pastrami with sauerkraut, provolone and spicy mustard on dark…

Me and my mutt, art-style

My dear wife Karen wins the Internet again. She spied a great piece that reminded her of how I love to pet our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. I was politely instructed to open the package when it arrived. Floored. Thrilled. There may have been a tear in at least one of…

Vibrant come the peonies

Our backyard peony tree has a hard act to follow. The front yard peony we left behind at the old house was one of the most bountiful of that bunch of plants we’d put in the ground on our dozen years there. We put this plant in a couple years ago and hoped. It’s showing…

In the ground they go

I grabbed the shovel and watched where my dear wife Karen carefully pointed her finger this past weekend. Into their new home dirt went the gifts from Elisabeth and George. They look comfortable. Knock on wood.