Leaning into Spring
I leave the house with a fully packed truck: wheel barrow, buckets & tools; a thermos of nettle tea, two slices of buttered bread, and chick pea spread; a phone, a tee shirt, an empty mug for coffee, in case I decide to stop for that; a possible plan to visit with an old friend, at the tail end of the day…
Gig Economy
The day started rainy, but dried off as I drove, skipping over a mountain gap, past the ranger station & down along the magnificent White River valley…
Not The Same Store
Sometimes you only know a town by its store, passing through, with no close friends about, maybe once a month…
Sticks & Stones
Contemplating sticks is something I do, although I admit much of what they say to me goes into my unconscious rather than telling me directly…
Cooley Glen
The rivers are gushing, still blending snow melt seamlessly with rock & debris…
Babe in the Woods
I was driving back from the post office Saturday morning, and since I'd had it in my mind to try to connect a couple trails between conservation land & a local park, I decided to first drive by to gauge snowfall amounts…
Digging Out
The town plow decided not to plow to my house today, but close to it, which was no cigar…
Border Crossing
Leaving Jeff's, I didn't know where I was going but I decided to continue along the dirt road bordering his property, because I'd seen a car coming out of it, which meant it was passable, probably…
Forest Portal
What's left of the snow cleaves to my heart, as if its melting is some remnant of my own dissolution…