I have a ritual of sneaking into my daughter’s room before I settle into bed for the night.  I make sure the covers are just right, give her a kiss on the cheek and say a little prayer for sweet dreams. For a long time, she would coo and roll over, continuing on her dream time journeys.

I have a lot of dirt under my fingernails these days. This happens every spring, once the winter darkness gives way to the longer days, and the garden begins to awaken. My wife and I spend lot of time in the spring getting the garden beds ready. We weed, trim, spread compost, mulch, and make sure the irrigation is ready for the coming heat.

One of my best friends from college used to have a Volkswagen bus.He would spend hours tinkering with his engine in the driveway of the house we rented with some friends.He wasn’t an expert mechanic, but he found great joy in figuring things out.It was a sort of puzzle that led to a lot of satisfaction when he got his van working just right.

Years ago while traveling in Tibet, I was amazed by the dryness of the climate. Though the mountains were covered with snow, and the rivers were raging torrents, the ground was largely a dusty wasteland.

My father lived on a lake.Before he built his house near the lake shore, the wooded lot was a favorite picnic and party spot for trespassing revelers.It had a nice little beach for swimming and its location offered good views of the lake.