We own thirty tranquil acres in the country, a thirty minute drive away from the big city. There’s a small house, a well, a rustic barn, a lake, an outhouse, and no electricity. It’s our own Walden Pond, the perfect … Continue reading
Rodents and spiders, snakes and crawdads, slugs and salamanders, insects and warty toads, and caterpillars of every variety – in my life I’ve held each of the above-mentioned critters (and then some) in my very own hands. With my rural upbringing … Continue reading
A road headed into the wood and I, …I jumped at the opportunity! Sorry Robert Frost, no plagiarism intended. It’s just that those lovely poems of yours are stuck in my head, and sometimes they work their way into my … Continue reading
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