Yesterday I lost a crampon in the woods. I looked down and one boot was bare. You can see – above – what I lost:

Doesn’t Peaches look like she’s emerging from the darkness? As in Tolkien. The deep, dark woods… And yes, that kind of feels like what one

I go to the woods because they feel so much like home to me. So today I was thinking about a time when they were

It’s spring. The woods are a mess: icy trails, mud next to the ice. But, hey, it’s spring: what a gift! The baby needs a

My sister, Julie, used to do sports photography for a university and she would tell me about timing. Catching the moment on film. That shot.

How could I go on and on about winter and not mention…? Yes. If anything marks time, it’s the growing baby, Aaaah. Yes, we want

Winter has a way of wrapping around me that feels like it’s here to stay. So I stay: all snuggled up inside a warm house;

Is it the full moon? It looks that way to me. And it feels that way to me. I’ve been making a mess. I’m doing

‘People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou. Right,

I was very poorly understanding a concept of Japanese gardening when I tried to share it with Scott the other day. About the wall. The