Author: dandelionremembers

A celestial kiss marked this cosmic moment...

There’s been a strange shimmer in the air, the last few days. I first noticed it, looking west across the gardens in the long, slanting, late-afternoon sunlight. It took me a minute to register it, and even then I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t just imagining it. All the world seemed softly illuminated, the acid-green...

It was almost like looking at stained glass, so sheer and translucent that you could almost see right through it, glowing molten-bright in the long, slanting light of the early spring sun....

And now, as the year draws to a close, I think it’s only fair that I give my father, whose birthday, December 29, is today, the same consideration that I did for my mother on her birthday back in August of this year. Unlike hers, her one hundredth, it is not a milestone birthday...

The ground has started to freeze up, a little, in our current cold snap. It scarcely did at all last winter, cold days repeatedly interspersing with mild ones. And it’s early now, I think, for the hard ground of winter, compared to my childhood days in this city, and the organic garden I used...

And now it’s December. The first snow of the season fell the night before last – less than half an inch all told, but it touched every tree and surface with magic, the morning sun sparkling on it all until it melted away.  The story below is the tale of my first snow, and...

It’s raining today. I have the windows open, and it’s helping me remember the year I first really learned to love this living, breathing planet we call home. In the mid-eighties, I was in college and living with my parents. We had moved from a shiny, modern apartment complex in a more urban area...

The autumnal equinox roared into town like an express train last week, glorious plummeting temperatures taking us from summer to fall in the space of a day. That’s not the way it usually works, of course. The change in temperature, and the shift in feeling and temperament that it encourages, normally lags the annual...

It’s turned into a hot summer after all, catching up after a long, slow, cold spring. I’ve found the days slipping away from me once again, as I turned my attention to other responsibilities, and I’ve scarcely entered a new post here since my birthday. But now it’s nearly September, and as I find myself longing for...

Dandelions are the anarchists of the garden. I’ve loved them since I was a child back in the seventies, when everyone else in the neighborhood thought they were an annoying little weed, spoiling the emerald green lawns they worked so hard to maintain. I could never understand that. How could anyone not love their...