Stopping place. Time for dinner!


Last night I had an idea for an over-the-top satire of a reality show that I was going to post here, but then I read this headline from the WSJ:

DHS Is Considering Reality Show Where Immigrants Compete for Citizenship

…and I can’t top that, so never mind.


Hey, you know that thing that was happening, the one we were all angry about a few weeks ago? Is that still going on? Everybody stopped talking about it and I just need to know if I’m still supposed to be angry or not.


The Carolina Wren is filled with rage.
I wonder why?
He’s caught the spirit of the age,
Poor little guy.

(Actually, he’s probably angry because I keep taking his half-built nest out of the mailbox.)

chip carving of a wren singing, but looking angry, with flowers around him


When my generation said we wanted to quit the rat race, we were slackers. When Gen Z does it, they’re charming, philosophical, and a boon to humanity. I wish the little &$%*ers better luck than we had.


One meets the nicest people at craft markets.

Two adult Canada geese with five yellow goslings, swimming


Alas Sweet William, first to bloom,
Delicate and fuchsia,
The driveway-border is your doom—
One day the car will smoosh ya.

clumps of white and fuchsia sweet william flowers


Edinboro Market Offers Fresh, Local Options in ‘Food Desert’


Weeds are rampant in my garden, but flowers are colonizing the gravel border of my driveway. If there is a moral in this, it escapes me.


A triptych: faith, love, hope. (The original design had three 6x8 panels arranged chronologically with love at the right, but it was unbalanced visually; here the center is 8x8 and the sides 5x8.) The frame is white oak with garnet shellac and black wax.

triptych chip carving of birds