Pantoufles

I have always loved the French word “pantoufle”. There is no rhyme or reason to this. I have no particular affection for slippers. I simply like how that word feels in my mouth. I also like the words “syllable” and “estuary” and I’m entirely not sure why. Today, after the Craft Council’s Annual General Meeting,…

A stroll through spring

Both running and gardening have given me a profound appreciation for the nuances of spring. Living in a climate that leans precariously toward cooler temperatures even in the most hospitable of seasons tends to bring out either hope and joy or despair and gloom in folks. I’ve noticed that runners and gardeners fit the “hope”…