Peace and Quiet

Peace and Quiet

On the north side of my house is a happy tangle of ferns, hostas, violets and lily-of-the-valley. I call this my woods garden. For one thing, it grows without much help from me. For another, this pretty group of flowers reminds me of taking a walk through the woods. They like to sink their little […]

When the Whippoorwills Call

When the Whippoorwills Call

  I miss hearing whippoorwills and owls. I heard them often as a child, at night, with Mom and Dad in the next room and the world’s problems far away.¬†Owls and whippoorwills are still out there, somewhere, in the dark woods at night, doing whatever night birds are supposed to do. Only thing is, I […]

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