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Spring Renewal in Badger Creek Wilderness
Badger Creek sends her news flowing pell-mell in the snow-melt waters down through a wild valley of…
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Spanning Time & Tides in Poetry
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
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In the Language of Birds- Poetry
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would…
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Home Yard Wander/Wonder
“The place to observe nature is where you are.”– John Burroughs, Signs and Seasons Peregrination is my…
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Ponderosa Speaks to Woodpecker
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
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