I decided to reread the novel Middlemarch by George Eliot because it is considered one of the great depictions of community life, and when I read it last, probably as a teenager, I wasn't thinking about community at all. What I'd forgotten is that it is also about female aspiration and the longing for a
We often order a box of grapefruit at Christmas. I had opened the last jar of homemade marmalade in early December and it is also the season in Florida for Seville oranges, the ugly, bitter fruit that produces a delicious preserve. I‚Äôve discovered that it improves with aging. That last jar I was finishing was
October 2015: Here's a photo of the first year's growth. Unfortunately I was at the Frankfurt Book Fair when an unusually hard frost (a sudden †drop to 18 degrees F) came, and I hadn't yet cut the garlands of blossom. They'll climb again next year, with an earlier start and stronger roots, so my kitchen
I no longer feel guilty, or quite so guilty, about the electronic bits and pieces I need to do my job. I read about these batteries at a favorite review site, TheSweetHome.com, and bought them even though the review was a little out of date. I can charge AA and AAA batteries in this charger.
The sun came out today and it suddenly felt, and smelled, like summer. Fortunately, I'd noticed a half a bottle of olives in the fridge when I was doing a clear-out. (No one else in my family throws anything away, and the moulds that grow when I'm on the other side of the world are
There's nothing like getting to a safe haven before the storm begins. It's even better when thunder is echoing through the hills, lightning is flashing, and there's a fresh pot of tea. My safe haven is a writing studio in the garden.