Olodumare

Each day is so unique and so unrepeatable, and I would so like each day and night to last and last. Every scene so much like itself. The vegetables from the organic garden are not at all like those from the stores, and do not even resemble the ones from the farmers’ market very closely. … More Olodumare

Ce moys de mai

This weekend we are not supposed to be singing, but Jazzfest is streaming on. I signed up to volunteer for coastal restoration. Et bon gré mal gré, on chantera comme on chante toujours le “moys” de mai. On chantera des renards. Now is the month of Maying. “The Spring clad all in gladness / doth … More Ce moys de mai