Nature
DOGWOODS
Our farm in the Ozarks had a thick, twenty-acre oak and cedar forest sprinkled with dogwood trees. Blooming in the spring, the dogwoods looked like slender, teenage girls with flowers in their hair. They dotted the woods with bright beacons… Continue reading
FALL LEAVES
Fall
My second favorite time of the year. Looie and I go walking.
The sun shines bright and it is raining leaves.
We walk down our driveway on a thick, cushiony pad of golden river birch leaves.
Someone at… Continue reading
Conservation