It's that time of the year when the old cherry tree behind my house, older than the house, older than myself, awakes from its winter sleep and smiles a thousand cherry smiles. In autumn and winter, the cherry trees here look desolate. They forget their leaves and their branches look sad and forlorn. But come … Continue reading Picking Cherries
Velvet quiet, wise lamps, lakes like oil spills, statues that wink behind you, and the soft flutter of sleepless birds... What's there not to like about a midnight park? And then you have the occasional oddball… Such as the Frenchwoman who was talking to herself and gesticulating fiercely on lone alleys, and then turned away … Continue reading Midnight Park
Planting a tree is almost like adopting a child - it brings joy. It's something every writer should do. Last week I bought eight beautiful thuja trees. We planted six of them outside our new fence. Ever since, I've been checking on them daily for any signs of unwellness. I overcame my social anxiety and … Continue reading Why Every Writer Should Plant a Tree
