I would never tell the other seasons, but fall is my favorite, favorite, favorite. The way the air wake up your lungs when you breathe it in deep, the way you can layer your clothes and peek out at the world, the way each day changes the landscape around you and you are all too aware of how finite things are. I’d never been to Radnor Lake until a couple of days ago, when the…
If any horse agents are reading my blog, please let me know and I will get you in touch with this incredibly charming, outgoing Saltillo stud.
I’ve been meaning to get out and see the Bruce Munro installation at Cheekwood since May. My brain was having sort of a bad day yesterday so I decided to go ahead and get that done in the hopes that it would cheer me up. It worked. The little spheres of light cover the grass and undulate, passing their colors around in waves. At times you get the feeling like you’re looking at a huge,…
This guy has been doing art installations in which he gives leaves unconventional shapes. Truly inspiring work.
This time of year always feels a little like those last few anticipation-filled lurches at the top of the first, biggest slope of a roller coaster. I’m ready. Let off the brakes.
A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown — Who ponders this tremendous scene — This whole Experiment of Green — As if it were his own! “1333,” Emily Dickinson
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