Sitting here inside, looking out my window. The only signs of spring I see are colorful birds flocking to feed. Sunrise Ridge is covered in icy sleet about 3 inches deep. 130 more words
Tags » Growing Things
It’s been a couple of months since I put anything new up, mainly because I’ve been struggling to find vaguely interesting things to write about. In addition, I usually try to find something that fits (or can at least be shoehorned into) a more story-like structure as I think that a straight recitation of what I’ve been doing isn’t particularly exciting to read. 1,686 more words
This is just an experiment. I wanted to try posting a PowerPoint that I made to go with a presentation I gave earlier this week at a local garden organization. 97 more words
I assume you know me.
As I walk across the Martin’s way bridge, the illusion of open, peaceful desolation exuding from the leafless trees on one side, the darkened diner windows on the other, the chasm, now void of flowing water, below me, and the smoothness of the snow-covered ground peeling away to the sides before me, absent of the humans, deer, and grass which were at that moment insulated elsewhere, reluctant to move, was enhanced by the cold, still air, crisp as the apples of the season past, I note that the physical place seems… 547 more words