“The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it.” Henry David Thoreau, WALDEN Nearly two years ago, Joe and I moved back to a com… more →
Northern Reflections--glimpses of gold by Margaret L. Beenwrote 1 year ago: “The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted, but few are the ears t … more →
wrote 1 year ago: “The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted, but few are the ears t … more →
wrote 2 years ago: For weeks our home has been surrounded by silence—the silence of deep winter. Only the whoosh … more →
wrote 3 years ago: Earth dragon waking . . . stretching, yawning, jaws cracking, breathing winds of March. Margaret … more →
wrote 3 years ago: How I love to go to sleep to the voices of wind. Last night I could have envisioned myself on the Y … more →