This post is about the current silencing of America.
Winter’s Darkened Silence
Nature Teacher: Hope
Frozen temps and snow do not stop even the scrawniest of plants from reaching for the sun.
Mother Nature’s Latest Commentary…
Wondering if the four seasons I've loved throughout my life will ever return... Mother Nature's reply appears to be, "When hell freezes over."
A Moment in Time…
It's snowing now. Trees sway in bellowing winds. Hazardous forecasts have appeared for days, maybe even a week, I'm not sure. I try to tune most of it out. Heck, I just returned from a reprieve in 80 degree Jamaica. The northeast grey and cold I so easily left behind hasn't yet set in. It's …
Poinsettia Miracles
Starring the close of each year and darkest, darkest night, the Poinsettia's striking winter appearance hails worldwide wishes of generosity and good cheer. A Plant of Many Miracles... Love Rooted around miracles and the power of love, Mexican legend paints a heartwarming story around the Poinsettia. While details vary, it's essentially about a meager child …
Some (not so) Squirrelly Advice for Pleasant Holidays
Mixed Nuts What do you think about when you think about squirrels? Ravaged bird feeders? Acrobatic acts? Rabies? The park? Nuts? Well, yes, nuts. That also comes to mind when I think about the December holidays. Not just the type of nuts we eat --- like roasted chestnuts, walnuts on that sumptuous apple pie, or …
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Paradox of Winter
December often conjures up complaints about the cold, snow shoveling, and dangers of falling on ice, but just as often I am awestruck by winter's beauty contrasted against a backdrop of barren starkness. And so is life. One is necessary for the other. So, rather than more of the usual holiday hype for this month, …
Nature’s wRest
Everything needs a place to land. grav·i·ty /ˈɡravədē/ noun noun: gravity The force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass. And a time to rest. The frozen pond bare branches and ice encrusted grass.
wRighTing My Life 