CHASING THE STRAWBERRY MOON
The rumor of a strawberry moon spins me backward in time. 13 years old again and it’s strawberry season in the PNW. Every year when …
The rumor of a strawberry moon spins me backward in time. 13 years old again and it’s strawberry season in the PNW. Every year when …
Foxgloves, they are called, for some obscure reason lost in British history. Maybe it’s the glovelike shape of the delicate little petal that looks like …
As of today, we are halfway through this interminable month. Is it really true that January has only 31 days? The holidays blurred by, a …
“We hardly ever get much snow down here”, they told us. Well, look out the window! Will we be blamed for bringing it with us …
Somebody somewhere dumped over the paintbox. Color everywhere. The forest burgeoning with delicate green lace, backed by a sky of fathomless blue, reaching beyond space/time. …
It’s the time of year again when those sneaky little devils start popping up all over the lawn. Their perky blossoms shout out in contrast …
Long ago, the poet T.S. Eliot wrote this: ‘April is the cruelest month”. I think I may know what he meant. Days and days of …
I can’t let go of Christmas yet. I just can’t. Darkness comes way too early; I need that Christmas tree glowing in the corner, the …
“And the evening and the morning were the first day”. Time is the first necessary element for creating the universe and the life that exists …
It’s late March and at last the earth turns toward the sun. Evening skies stretch out in hope. Still a heavy snow lies on the …