Blue Beggars
On the morning of the first day of March, greedy jays are at the feeder, first to find the crumbs from the master’s table. Persistent little beggars, these blue...
Category: nature
In the woods
I took myself to the woods today. My head was pounding, the walls of my brain squeezing in, trapping all that pressure behind my eyes. I needed to breathe. It w...
“For A Child”
I came across this poem by Fannie Stearns Davis today. Nature, freedom, simplicity – Isn’t this what we all need? It’s not just for children. ...
November’s Bones
Back home, it is good to walk slowly on the grass by the river. It is spongy and still green, though the rushes are browning and the cattails are bursting at th...
Of Laundry and Longing
It’s too warm for November, really, but I welcome the sun and the mildness of the day. It’s a good day for laundry on the line. Sheets, blankets, th...