by Darcy Wiley | Aug 10, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
{A special welcome to those visiting from Naptime Diaries. So glad to have you here! To keep up with Message in a Mason Jar, be sure to follow via email or RSS feed on the sidebar of the homepage.} Sometimes you put a wish on your summer list, like, let’s say, a ride...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 29, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pocket Change
When we packed for the beach, we didn’t know whether to take our swimsuits or our hazmat suits. We tracked ocean currents on the web, watched the news and called Gulf Coast locals to see if we should even come. I remembered years ago how I found globs of oil...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 25, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
Crumbly leaf, rough bark, helicopter seed. We filled our bag with bits of nature. All our friends around us did the same, racing to check off finds on the list. Farah staggered down stair-stepped roots to the creek, looking for one last thing, a shell. There, a...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 22, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pocket Change
I spoon froth into pale brown ripples of coffee and ask for more of the story of this place. Floor-to-ceiling doors wide open bring in a breeze from the bay, and here comes the owner, friend of these friends. He brushes feathery wisps from his brow, tucks some grey...
by Darcy Wiley | Jun 27, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change
I nestle into my quiet spot on the balcony. My book and pencil are invited, as usual. Graphite settles into grooves in the margins of bound paper, all these pages made from former branches cut from the trunk and given new purpose. Skinny trees along my property line...
by Darcy Wiley | Jun 25, 2012 | Buttons & Thread, Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Pencils & Pens, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
Within the first ten minutes, while the hood of the van cooled under the shade of a palm tree, she broke free from our grasp and went for the deep end. She steadied herself upright in her life jacket and churned her legs through the water like the blades of a boat...