As I wrote this, I drew a few pictures to illustrate, but what I really had was a vision of a large, published picture book for little ones who might enjoy it. If you’ve never seen river cane, let me tell you that it resembles bamboo, is tall and straight and very tough. It makes […]
The Moon and Me
As I write this morning, a nearly full moon peers down at me from between the branches of the white mulberry and the maple. It is beautiful and silent, hanging up there in the sky as it has done for who knows how many years, faithfully doing what it was assigned to do and looking […]
A Walk Through Winter Woods
Wintertime trees are honest trees, stark and bare, their dark branches rising in graceful shapes. Nothing is hidden, all is in plain sight. There’s something bracing about walking through winter woods with the scent of ice in the air. Limbs of wild blackberries reach out to snag the unwary and moss lays a carpet of […]
It Wasn’ His Fault
Is the past really the past or does it reappear now and then? I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I […]