Hot tea does refresh • and when the heat of the day • comes on, I ice it. Continue reading →
I may not be one who puts on the mileage and elevation gains in the deep woods but I am a continual admirer of where woods and civilization and sunlight converge. Continue reading →
ice crackles and pops • the glass sides ripple with drops • coolness to forehead. Continue reading →
Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light. — Norman B. Rice Continue reading →
My window opening downstairs was limited last year, and probably this year, because of the neighboring pigs. Continue reading →
Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.
