What a week it has been! For Kit’s 85th birthday, our son Hayden flew in from Madrid, Spain where he has lived and worked as an architect for the past 28 years.

When visiting San Francisco, one mindset thinks of grand excursions in, over and around the city’s historic bridges, bays, harbors, hills, and culturally diverse neighborhoods.

For now, as Kit hits 85, we’ll settle for some wheelchair dancing.

Henry J. Waters III was a pioneering journalist, editor, publisher, and columnist for over 50 years at the Columbia Daily Tribune newspaper in Columbia, MO.

Imagine summer without corn and tomatoes. You can't, can you?

In July, the longest line at Nevada City’s Saturday Farmers’ Market is shoppers in search of ripe peaches.

While thinning my library of books and magazines, I recently came upon a November 2008 issue of National Geographic.

Last week, Kit and I spoke with our grandson Nicolas on his first Father’s Day.

Recently, my beautiful niece Aliya and her lovely daughters Zehra and Saira arrived for a four-day visit.

Last week I shared a blog on Lemon Meringue Pie with new friends Debbie and Rich Basham. They were visiting her father who is at the Lodge where Kit is working on mobility rehabilitation.

From late May into June, Nevada County, CA has been abloom with roses that take my breath away.

In every family, food memories and traditions are passed down from one generation to the next.

Walking in my garden this morning, I stopped at a bench and sat still as the stones that surround my fledgling irises planted a year ago.

This spring it is simple joys that keep my spirit afloat as I navigate each day, uncertain where I am going.

If you were to list the top ten things to do while in London, I’m guessing that it would be heavy with a rich array of museums, art galleries, churches, Millennium architecture, bridges, towers, royal palaces, Westminster Cathedral, Parliament Square and historic shopping sites like Harrods, Selfridges, and Covent Gardens.

A box arrived this week from my friend Sue Dunkin.

On a recent Monday, I arrived home at twilight from “the Lodge” where Kit now resides and I spend hours each day.

Two years ago Kit and I began a new chapter in life in the Sierra Foothills of northern California.

The sun has finally returned to the garden patio at the Lodge—the name Kit and I have given to the Golden Empire Nursing & Rehabilitation Center where he is now resident.

On this first day of April, I’m sitting in my studio looking out on what remains of this week’s latest spring storm in the Sierra Foothills.