November Puddles
My Sorrow, when she’s here with me Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be. She loves the bare, the withered tree. She walks the sodden pasture lane. –Robert Frost –R
Read MoreThe Leaves of Sherwood
I always thought Sherwood Forest was a mythical place, like Neverland or Narnia. But it really exists.
Read MoreActing Like a Squirrel
I’m taking on the role of squirrel. Every time I take a walk, I put a few walnuts, or acorns, or wild sour apples in my pocket, and I toss them into the hedgerows and trailsides. Will future generations of bluejays, wild turkeys, and chipmunks feast on the apples and acorns I plant today?
Read MoreChicory: Beautiful Blue Coffee Substitute
When you take a moment to look at chicory up close, this common roadside weed is a symphony in blue.
Read MoreThe Shelves of Time
Whether the book is fact, mystery, or poetry, it goes in its appropriate place on the time line. Fiction and nonfiction rubbing shoulders through the long shelves of time.
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