PROFILE
Practising for his mug shot or for his engraving on a coin? Only time will tell.

GREEN DREAMS
of summer. Meanwhile, it is snowing outside, lightly but persistantly. In a burst of pre-spring energy and optimism I walked to the local garden center this morning and picked out lots and lots of gaudy seed packets. The brighter the better. And as I walked out of the store the snow began to fall.

FOODWATCH
Other kids like to watch the TV, Henry likes to watch the fridge. Maybe he gets the same kick out of it that I get from looking at still-life paintings!

LEFTOVER
candy hearts from Valentine's Day. We had our friends Liz and Chavis over last night for dinner, and it was a big meal: roast turkey and stuffing with (most) all the trimmings. Liz brought a delicious salad. But somehow, I'd forgotten about dessert. As we were clearing away the dinner plates my brain raced quickly over the possibilities, and had to settle on leftover Valentine candies. I kept thinking that if I was a REAL adult, as opposed to the pretend grownup that I am, I would have boxes of after-dinner mints or something like that squirreled away for just such a contingency. Perhaps a bottle of port. Instead, I had to raid my kid's leftover Valentine's Day candy. Oh well! Sure looked pretty.

STATUS
Hugh just completed 100 days of first grade recently. The kids made crowns and had a party. The whole 100 days concept is a strange one.

BEAUTIFUL LIGHT
on the trees this evening, due to fast-changing weather patterns. Clouds one moment, streaming sunlight the next. I have been inspired by my cousin Sue Sweeney's gardening newsletter The Monday Garden to notice the beautiful "bones" of the winter trees.

BATTLE
Not with guns, with spray bottles of water set to "mist". Battle of the Mist. Sounds poetic. Off to do my own battle- with the laundry!

ORANGE (STARMAKER)
My friend Nicole is the handwork teacher at the local Waldorf school. She now lives in my old house, and the windows now glow with her beautiful stars.

ON THE TABLE
Henry in a meditative moment of adoration/contemplation of our dining room light fixture. His expression approaches that of the Buddha in his "serene yet remote" embodiment. Notice Henry's instinctive cross-legged pose on our dining room table. Hmmm. I mean, Ommm.

LOOKING UP
Standing in a parking lot like a sea of asphalt, I look up and see a little nest in an island tree.