Gray cloudsclinging under the deck raila string of raindropswhat better morningfor intimacy? Awake at two in the morning. Restless in bed until after five. Awake again, this time by Frank, at nine. Soon, listening to crow caws, sparrow and blue jay songs, the rustle of leaves in the […]
Madonna rises ahead. The ski lift passes out of sight. Mira and I walked hear all the way from Mountain Laurel 15 via the Meadowlark. Now I wonder what we were thinking. gravel on grass Summit enshrouded in gray clouds A maintenance worker sporting a wheel tattoo on […]
Our self-guided Wike begins with soggy sneakers. Our path emerges from wet, high grasses near the driveway to Mountain Laurels. We find a path to Notchville Park and take the loop down to the Reservoir. Turning back and ascending the steep hill, we reach Morse Mountain Lodge. There, […]
We pass quickly through the Artisan Shop. The woman late middle aged that sold us our tickets (and still wears her hair long) shows us the hand-crafted plates, cups, etc. Frankie declares himself out of the market. She offers him chocolate for $.05. snake-printed plates holding an owl-print […]
We drive into Jeffersonville for breakfast. The Mix Café and Bakery had a cozy, quaint décor. But the menu on a chalkboard carried limited—and pricey—breakfast entrees. We return to 58 Main, our perennial favorite. Packed house— a woman with a tattooed arm serves herself coffee Shelburne Museum. 45 […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 