“Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me”


The lilacs are blooming!

It seems to early, but we had a mild winter.

IMG_4951I want time to stop. With the cherry tree blossoms just about to drop and the lilacs just opening, this phase of spring sings perfection.

In an American literature course a million years ago we read poetry. When we analyzed Whitman’s “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d,” we discussed the theme of grief and considered the pastoral elements in the poem.

What about the lilacs?

“Have you ever smelled lilacs?” Dr. Chianese, our professor, asked us.

Most of us had not. We were Los Angeles types moved by scent of jasmine and orange blossoms. We had no source of reference.

I now understand Dr. Chianese’s question, for the scent of a lilac is truly exquisite, ephemeral, and unique. The short space of time when Whitman contemplated the death of President Lincoln, and I rejoice in the rebirth of the garden.





At some point this afternoon I looked up from my work and discovered the clouds had cleared and the garden beckoned.

As I went out into the rain scent and blossom, I spied this little tree frog.

On a petal cushion
On a petal throne

A moment later, something red caught my eye.

A ladybug on a daisy
A ladybug on a daisy

The bees moved too fast for my camera.

But they love the foxgloves.

June flowers
June flowers


It only took a moment to remind me of the wonder in a little space of our world.

Spring and Sanity

Yes, once again, I’ll announce the news:


Who can resist all the blooming flowers, singing birds, croaking frogs, warming days . . .


I’ve been busy with revisions, for I have decided ONCE AGAIN my manuscript needs quite a bit of work.

I’m also working on something big, but I cannot discuss it now. Let’s just say it has something to do with sanity and writing (yes, the two do go together).

I’ll leave you with an image of spring.

A Crocus
A Crocus

>First Day

>The new year is born in a day of dazzling sunshine and snow lingering on the hills.
I spent the morning working in the garden. Cutting back spent hollyhock and foxglove stems . . . Pushing aside the worn feverfew and poppy plants to see what new life will emerge in a month or two.


There is so much anticipation in this year to come. My revisions should be done soon, and I’m working hard to finish up an intrinsic novel. At home, I will continue to enjoy the magic of my boys.

Exciting, healthy, delightful months ahead.

With writing, I want to work on the craft of imagery and detail. I will be returning to the lovely world of poetry to help me with this task. Who knows? I may get a few worthwhile poems out of the process.

Finally, I have a short phrase that has become my mantra or theme for the year to come. Some may find a little silly or peculiar, but those who know how darn serious I can get at times, may understand why I picked it.

Here it is my theme for the new year:

Lighten up!

What is yours?

Happy New Year everyone!