Author: lizardek

Despite the crazy busyness at work and the crazy busyness at home and the fact that I can’t seem to stop eating every freaking thing in sight, preferably with mayonnaise, I seem to be on an upsurge of quiet happiness this week. It’s despite the fact that Anders isn’t here. It’s in spite of the rain that invariably makes an appearance every day at some point. It’s not because of the long-desired out-of-print books I ordered the other day. It’s not because I am trying to make an effort to write here more frequently than I’ve been managing. I think...

I walk in sunshine and promise, limbs lengthening and loosening. This is what I see: the tight beginnings of anemone-purple guelder-rose blossoms, the fine and furled celadon fingernails of new lilac leaves, sharp burgundy shoots of peonies thrust above the soil. Tiny clustered peridot pearls along the whip-thin branches of spirea, a fat white-bellied magpie high in a tree; another bouncing over the lawn. A hedge blushing green, speckled here and there with the plump grey-balled bodies of chickadees cheerily chirping. A conclave of crocuses, communing. Rounded cabochon leaves covering the bank of the creek; water shimmering as it slides...