Some years back, my parents travelled to Morocco and my mother came back ecstatic about the orange blossoms. The smell, she said, had been heavenly. I remember not being all that seduced by the idea. How good could they smell, after all? Did they smell like oranges? Or were they just your run of the …
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Apropos of nothing
Not long after my mother moved to New York, maybe in September, I got an excited phone call from her. Our favorite pianist, Mitsuko Uchida, would be playing Carnegie Hall in February. She wanted to get tickets for us to go, since I had been planning to come visit in February. Once I got news …
quittin’ time
> The weather is not very cold, but it is rainy and that makes it the perfect weather for curling up with a book indoors. Up until a couple of weeks ago, though, we had a long dry spell with lovely cool weather and we did a lot of digging. I was getting old vegetable …
>Christmas roundup
>At what point does it become completely pointless to write about the holidays anymore? Probably weeks ago, but I have been so behind lately. It seems like the weather is just perfect for digging every day, and before we know it our growing season will be in full swing; as usual, we feel as if …
>I’ve heard that the way you look back on an experience is heavily influenced by how it ends. And it is true that when I think of our recent trip to London, from the 15th to the 20th of this month, our great escape from the clutches of Heathrow and its icy runways does loom …
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