…from the three human and canine members of the Fellers family: (No fancy photos or lyrical language today. Just pure, unadulterated cuteness.) We’re spending the weekend at T’s family home on Potomac Creek, & I’ve got my telephoto lens with me, so I promise lots of pretty snaps soon. If you’re reading from the States, […]
Tag: summer
On Quiet Grief, & Quiet Goodness …
Can I tell you a secret? For a little over a week now, I’ve been quietly carrying a private hurt — one I caused myself. And I won’t explain any more on that subject, except to say that for days now the hurt has been dogging me like a shadow, the way deep hurts often do. […]
A Summer Obsession: Cold-Brewed Coffee at Home
I don’t usually write many posts that could be classified under the “lifestyle” or “food and drink” headings, but every once in awhile, I stumble over some little comestible or beverage that’s just too good *not* to share. So I hope my more serious readers will forgive me if I spend the next 400 words […]
Nostalgia in Blue
This morning, I sit still and quiet in my favorite writing chair, watching the early light fill up the room. My eyes flit back, over and over, to a jar of feather-soft blue hydrangeas on the end table, the sun catching in petals. Every time I look at them, the sight pulls me back nine years, to my last summer […]
Florida in Monochrome, or, Why I’m a Strange Soul Who Gets Overwhelmed by Too Much Prettiness
For the past seven days, I soaked up all the summer I could in southern Florida. I showed up hungry for sunlight, searing heat, green. And I have to say, Florida delivered: As the car shot toward the Keys on long white bridges spanning the water, the Sunshine State rolled itself out like a green-and-blue […]
A Promise of Warmer Days, Left at the Ballpark: Day Twenty-Three
This post is part of the Secret Messages Project. Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all. I hope you’ll join me. * Today, as I write this, sleet patters my windows, and the cold moves through the house like […]
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 