Take Comfort into 2021

“how sad and bad and mad it was ― but then, how it was sweet”  ― Robert Browning. Yesterday it snowed in Comfort. Of course it did. The last day of 2020 and what else would I expect but the unexpected. How mad. Not a layer accumulated, but how sweet to warm by the fireplace … Continue reading Take Comfort into 2021

Happy Thanksgiving 2020

Happy Thanksgiving. May the textures of the season inspire us to recognize our blessings. I am grateful to my family and loved ones who stand and grow with me. For Jim, Alexandra, and Jimmy — every day. For dear friends who stick near. I cherish the journey with mom down a foggy road that forked … Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving 2020

A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 5

Day 5, Antelope Horns “I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.” John Burroughs, The Summit of the Years. Observing nature is not only about what we see, but about what is awaken in us by what we … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 5

A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 3

DAY 3  of a Seven Day Bouquet, Pink Mimosa. “By a close observer I do not mean a minute, cold-blooded specialist — “a fingering slave, one who would peep and botanize upon his mother’s grave,” — but a man who looks closely and steadily at nature, and notes the individual features of tree and rock … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 3

Sedums Again!

When I walk on a sunlit day, I sense God smiling down in sunshine. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “The earth laughs in flowers.” Over the past weeks while witnessing the sedums in bloom, I’ve seen the earth cracking up and beaming back a thanks to above. The smiling down is more than a singular sunbeam … Continue reading Sedums Again!

Come Walk Through the Grass

  It’s winter for a short time more and the ranch is wearing winter colors — cold blues, shades of gray, and gentle browns bitten by freeze. I love a winter day that points to spring while carrying along memories of fall. Today I am in my swing, a favorite spot to write, looking out … Continue reading Come Walk Through the Grass