The wind in Wyoming can be brutal. To elaborate, last week my post was about a warm, lazy afternoon I spent on my couch reading with the windows open. The day that inspired that brief post was April 3rd. The … Continue reading Wyoming Wind
The officer glowered at the snow-clad, bright orange berries of the firethorn bush growing up the side of the abandoned house. Despite its name, the heavy snow had settled unmelted into the cracks and crannies of the heavily laden branches, … Continue reading Firethorn
My plan over Labor Day weekend was to buckle down and use the three-day weekend’s predicted nice weather to build some shelves from scratch. They are desperately needed to house my husband’s growing miniature painting hobby. I’ve had the plans … Continue reading Labor Day Weekend
A solitary yellow hotel matchbook lies on a snow-dusted sidewalk, its flimsy wooden matches exposed to the overcast sky. Why is it here? Did an overworked graduate student, snatching a smoke as they hurried to class, drop it, too distracted … Continue reading Cold
Staring Out A Window 