Birdsong
Suddenly I’ve realized how stupid I am. I’ve lived in this climate and latitude most of my life, surrounded by these fellow creatures going about
Suddenly I’ve realized how stupid I am. I’ve lived in this climate and latitude most of my life, surrounded by these fellow creatures going about
Sumac and scrubby grass, dense-leaved oaks and maples, jumbles of every possible green. Blue spruce, Douglas fir, white pines, red pines, the astonishing symmetry of
With everything going on in the news this week, we might as well come right out and discuss what we’re all thinking about anyway: the
Then we realized, as we hiked deeper in, that caterpillars were everywhere. On the leaves, on the trail, even hanging over the trail from little
I’d like to believe that when someone dies young, say from cancer at age 42, leaving a young family behind, I’d like to believe that
In the van on the way there, I wind up sitting in the way-back with my twelve-year-old niece. She is hopelessly bored, fiddling with her
Lines Composed in an Autumn Reverie, on Visiting the Japanese Garden one Friday Afternoon, October 2015.
Chrysanthemums
Huddled palms direct their longing west with
“I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh.”
— Ezekiel 11:19
Hardness has advantages. I think
Six-thirty a.m. Dark. No sound save the wind’s distant crescendos and calms. No traffic sounds. Slip out of bed to check the internet for closings:
To those among our readers who do not live in the wintry climes of North America, I apologize for another lament on this blog about