Summertime is a messy time. I write that as if fall, winter, and spring are neat and clean. I need to face the music: life is messy year round. …
nature
Paddle to the Cliffs
On the way out. And, headed back in. Yesterday, I was making dinner when Seth asked if I would drive him to the end of our road with …
On the Cutting Edge
When the rare person asks what my degree is in, I sometimes answer "agriculture," and sometimes "plant pathology." My diploma actually says, …
Larkspur, the violets (and Weasel)
Our violets are on their way out. I so wish they bloomed all summer long. Larkspur and I spent some time yesterday afternoon picking them and taking …