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.

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

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.

I spent two and a half hours setting up and breaking down a photo shoot of my booth only to find that the show I was applying for no longer requires a booth photo. (Okay, some of that time was repairs to the tent. Still.) So, here it is.

I just want everyone to know, in the interest of transparency, that my posts here will not be going up in price due to tariffs. You can still read them for free (and be guaranteed your money’s worth).

A beautiful day, so I drove to Cliffs of the Neuse State Park and had a hike. How many more perfect spring days will there be this year? Lovely view of a bend in the Neuse from a few hundred feet up. (“Cliffs” is a relative term in the coastal plain.) Short, fairly easy trails; a lot of people walking dogs. I didn’t take any pictures—green trees, brown water, moss, you know, use your imagination. Nothing dramatic, just a nice regional park, and worth a couple hours in the car to see someplace new.