The word “abundance” is on the tip of our sweetened tongues. Melt-in-your-mouth blackberries burst from the native…
Here, there is no cell service. Here, the news is heralded by the wheep wheep wheep of…
Badger Creek sends her news flowing pell-mell in the snow-melt waters down through a wild valley of…
April Poetry month has come to an end today. The poems (like my last entry) stem from…
“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would…
This is another version of my Substack post ( A Tattered Flag…) for this First Day of…
To my wonderful followers of my blog–and to new folks– I now post brief Substack writings on…
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