Wintertide

It is about now that I start wanting my house guest to leave. “Winter,” I say, “Old Chap, is there anywhere else you need to be soon?” He shakes his head through gales of frost. I put on another cup of coffee.  Put another log on the fire. The cold crops go in the ground … More Wintertide

The Saving Daily Walk (and Hugo and George at it again)

Two loads of wet laundry hit the winter ground with a thud and instantly were covered in dirt.  The entire clothes line had fallen.  I had asked my husband to tighten it for me months before but the real culprit was probably the innocent looking puppy who had pulled half the clothes off the clothesline … More The Saving Daily Walk (and Hugo and George at it again)

Walking at Dawn

The hummingbirds flit around my hair on their way to sweetened nectar their ringing sounds of bells in the early morning air. The dawn shines clear and hopeful brushing pink in its palette spread across the landscape fair. I walk across heavy laden needles and cacti, up steep inclines of bindweed and pine cones, through underbrush that … More Walking at Dawn