The power of precipitation

She was almost 99 when she died. Almost. She attributed her longevity to rain. Not watching it. Getting wet in it. As May approaches, I always start thinking of Granny. Her birthday is May 5. She would have been 109 this year. I thought she would live forever. I think she did too, asking me…

Happy Easter…now go stand by that bush

As I look back through the photographic record of my childhood, I see a distinct pattern. To commemorate most every special occasion, I was hauled out in the yard, strategically placed in front of something blooming with seasonal flowers, and commanded to stare into the sun until my retinas burned away, all while trying to…