Encounter

My hand mid-squeeze on an avocado, I turned at an automated sound repeating the same semi-intelligible statement, a garbled:

“Caution! Hazard!” 

Rebel Gardener

Last fall we sat in our condo homeowners’ association meeting and learned that the woods surrounding our complex is actually preservation land. We nodded obediently when told that we therefore were not to alter it in any way. And then yesterday I dug out my clippers and attacked the scrubby pines that border our back yard.

Lines in the Sand

Beware of absolutes. Over the years I swore I would never:

We've Got Rhythm - - Usually

I opened the gym door this morning and found my group of exercise besties for our regular Friday Boomer Bootcamp, described by the YMCA as improving “gain strength, flexibility, balance, and stamina.”

Mugs of Memory

We’ve left behind averages of 80-85 degrees in Florida and arrived to Massachusetts days of 50s and 60s, so I’ve been drinking more than my fair share of tea. As I was unloading the dishwasher yesterday I realized these weren’t just cups going on the shelves.