There’s a little yellow house set back in the trees near a lake; it’s rundown and available for a song. I just need to find it. The front porch sags a bit, but the bones are strong and the black… Continue Reading
As afternoon grew chilly with a light wind in from the east, I warmed a towel in the dryer for Rocky’s nap and headed for the hot tub. Sometimes, in late afternoon, things show up.
Every time I drive up to my house, I expect to see Rosie come running across the neighbor’s lawn, making a beeline to her feeding area. For two years this was how it was. Rosie was “displaced” for lack of… Continue Reading
Everything soft, cushioned by low grey fog. I sit immersed in warm water in our side-yard hot tub, coffee in hand. And listen. High above the clouds Sandhill cranes trill, invisible. The sycamore’s branches stretch up into the soft sky,… Continue Reading