It feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.
Read MoreIn a slip of time a couple hours before dinner on Thanksgiving Day when everyone else was off on a hike, I set the table.
Read MoreThe shadows of pines notched the edge of the meadow; the expanse of snow, like a bowl in its middle, was creamy-white in the moonlight.
Read MoreIt’s true. January might be my favorite month (ah, yes, until October comes…)
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