On the corner of NW 95th and 6th NW in Seattle is a duck pond. I’ve known about it since 1987 when I bought my first house in the Greenwood area of Seattle, not too far from where I live now. Back in the 80s, three of my piano students –known by the child whose  Read the Rest…

Eighty eight degrees in Seattle in mid April.  This is an unremembered occurrence, if not unheard of.  I was out wallowing in the earth during the weekend, trying to get ahead of weeding the garden outside the front fence and tending to the peas that I am training up the fence.  It took me years  Read the Rest…

“The garden is a lovesome thing, God wot.” Thomas Edward Brown As I walk around my own garden in early April, I feel like I do when I unpack the Christmas tree ornaments and see my old friends: Sweet violets in the spring.  I have a lot of them this year: patches of sweetness all  Read the Rest…