The Last Roses of Summer…October 2016

Yes, the last…the next to last, anyway. So delicate and beautiful, we now have three rosebushes gracing the strip garden beside our driveway, one bright fuchsia pink, one shaded green-rose, and this peach rose. This is the time of year when the maple tree has turned red, red, casting inside the house through the windows a rose red glow even…

Do Not, in the Midst of One

Do not, in the midst of one,                    Long to be in another Season.  Revel in blossoms, Though bees and thorns, in pale snow, Though numbing. Saturate yourself With what is, just then, even through Uneasy transition, Even sorrow, so not To forfeit actually Living.   (c)  Deanna Harrington Christiansen September,  2014     All Rights Reserved

Here it comes…

…and here it is: Fall. The short Summer-it began experientially in June in Southern New Hampshire-was nearly over in September, it seemed. For the first time since I moved back to New England in 2006, I felt a pronounced surge of dread at the turning of leaves and the sudden change in temperatures. Isn’t Fall one of the most beautiful seasons?…

New tomatoes ripening…

  …a new website, [deannachristiansen.com] and new  journal site  [You Are Here!] coming into fruition! To accompany the publication of my new book, “Plantings”. Now, in early July, not until now, summer has at last come to a winter-weary New Hampshire, with the mouth-watering potential soon of our own garden tomatoes and chiles, adding to our already burgeoning basil, oregano, sage, and rosemary.…

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