In Musing: Turn, turn, turn – as autumn falls

CAROLE VASTA FOLLEY As I look out my window and watch September turn into October, there is nary a red leaf in sight. One tree, among hundreds in my view, is burnished into a rusty orange, a bellwether beckoning others to follow, which they will, one by one, until entire woodlots are ablaze. I am… Read More »

In Musing: In the dirt – Dreams of gardening

CAROLE VASTA FOLLEY Once upon a time, I wanted to be a gardener. Tending rows of vegetables bursting off the vine and basking over beds of hydrangea, these were the stuff of dreams back when I thought chlamydia was a plant. I envisioned growing all my own vegetables, spending sunny days in the backyard, plotting… Read More »

In Musing: Her name is Diana

CAROLE VASTA FOLLEY “In-laws.” Ever notice how terribly close the word is to “outlaw?” Merriam Webster says it was first used in 1894, the same year as “bread-mold” and “hangover.” But alas, the denigration of in-laws seems to center around mothers. Whether Henny Youngman one-liners like, “Just got back from a pleasure trip; I took… Read More »

In Musing: The wisdom of foolish folly

CAROLE VASTA FOLLEY I played a fool once. Professionally. To be fair, I have plenty of amateur experience as well. Thus, I feel foolish enough to expound on April Fools’ Day, a day possibly inspired by Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales.” It could also derive from the ancient festival of Hilaria, a feast the Romans took from… Read More »