100 watts of fun

Answering the doorbell on a Sunday afternoon. A neighbor’s nine-year-old daughter stands there waiting.

ME: Hi! What’s going on?
GIRL: Miss Rachael, do you have a 100-watt light bulb?
ME: No, but I do have a 40-watt or a 60-watt. Will either of those work?
GIRL: Oh, shoot. My Easy-Bake Oven takes only a 100-watt bulb.

Every place is sacred

Oak, hickory, dogwood, mountain laurel, sassafras, tulip poplar, elm, sweet gum, locust—I wished I’d brought along my tree book. Frothy green ferns carpeted the ground, but not so thickly that I couldn’t see the dark, glossy poison ivy leaning into the trail. Leaves of three, stay away from me.

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The Little Peach Tree That Could

 

I like trees because they seem to be more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
—Willa Cather

My great-grandfather, whom everyone called Pap, planted this dwarf peach tree in 1942. This was right before his son Charlie Will (my grandfather) had to pass up a second-round draft notice from the New York Giants and accept a first-round draft notice from the U.S. Army.

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Fragments & finds

On my walks through old neighborhoods, it’s the vacant lots that draw me in. The majority around here are residential, so I’m always scanning the ground for any old dish fragments or other neat finds. So many pieces of china, stoneware, milk glass, and even old marbles lie just under the dirt where a house once stood.

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