The Call of the Whippoorwill

In my last blog, I wrote about how times have changed since I was a girl. I miss a lot of those times. One thing I didn’t write about, and which I sincerely miss, is hearing the call of the whippoorwill. The whippoorwill is a night bird, a fascinating bird, and second only to the […]

Winter Woods

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 limbs of wild blackberries reaching out to snag the passerby and soft moss carpeting the rocks.  A chill breeze blows away cobwebs […]

Little House

Little House

A touch of whimsy this morning, perhaps brought on by September ending. There’s a little house in a shady wood ‘Neath a sheltering great oak tree; It’s a secret place that’s hid away That nobody knows, but me. But if you were to peek inside,  You’d find a welcome there With a cup of tea […]

Lost in the Woods

With no warning, thunder crashed over my head. I must have jumped three feet into the air. Rain followed on the heels of the thunder, pelting me with hard, cold drops. I glanced back for the comforting sight of my SUV. All I could see were trees and more trees. Without meaning to, I had […]

Wintertime Woods

Wintertime Woods

I drove by a small grove of trees the other day and memories filled my mind of other days and other wintertime woods–times when the trees rose, gray and bare to a cloudy sky, just like this day. Brown, crisp leaves of autumn lay in heaps at their feet.  The wind that stirred the leaves […]

What Is That Sound?

What Is That Sound?

  (Minnesota lake photo by Missy Day Albrecht) 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 remind me of taking a walk through […]