Seasonal living and the sensual, sensate life.

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Letting My Yolks Run Over

Letting My Yolks Run Over

There really isn’t any food as erotic as the sunny side up egg.  Think of the way the synapses in the brain sizzle at the sight of a golden yoke oozing its buttery pleasure in brothy soup, on top of a pile of greens, or […]

Dog Days

Dog Days

Dog days typically mean the oven of August, that sweltering dried out month with Sirius overhead and the first signs of wilt below.  For mountain girl me, the dogs have the day once the thermometer rises above 82 and nights no long dip below 55—that’s […]

Growing Season

Growing Season

garlic! The garden is budding with garlic and onions planted last fall, pea vines and carrots planted this spring. I’ve got micro-greens growing in tires, and Greg is hardening off basil, tomatoes and peppers started in our basement from seeds. Already, we’ve harvested French breakfast […]

Acts of Faith, part 1

Acts of Faith, part 1

This morning I swore I heard a hummingbird.  Twice.    One of the things I left when I left the mountain were the hummers. For ten years, I harvested buckets of joy on the day when mid-April I first heard their trill. Part of my […]

One Hot Summer

One Hot Summer

Hilda by Duane Bryers After weeks of rain, the pin has been pulled on the hand grenade of summer in Colorado as temperatures explode into the 90s. I’d long known I’d been living a blessedly charmed life up on the mountain: Hot was August, when […]

Feeding Elvis, (plus one)

Feeding Elvis, (plus one)

Greg and I have been in negotiations over getting a dog.  It’s been four years since Elvis, my full-of-personality husky, died, and with my artist-lover’s and my newly settled life together, it seems about time.  But there’s Dottie, Greg’s canine-averse cat to think about.  After […]

Santa Baby, Come and Trim My Christmas Tree!

Santa Baby, Come and Trim My Christmas Tree!

“Santa Baby, come and trim my Christmas tree Something about the holidays that makes me want to be naughty. Okay, naughty is my default mode–nothing jets my juices like doing the exact thing I know I shouldn’t. “Oh, Kar-en”, especially uttered from the mouth of Greg or […]

Making Bolognese and a Home

Making Bolognese and a Home

It’s been an exhausting month of settling in on the prairie.  For reasons that seem to come at me at sharp angles in the fall’s dwindling light, this move has been tough. Both Greg and I feel like our toy ships have been tossed on […]

God and Poetry

God and Poetry

 “But I don’t want comfort.  I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom,I want goodness. I want sin.”  ― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Taking my cue from Aldous Huxley, I have up-ended my life, shaken off the familiar, and entered the […]