It may not be fall, but this story captures the buzz of activity that animates each season here in northern California.
My poem “Nature’s Child,” which I wrote for my daughter Lyndsay after the birth of her daughter Dezla.
A dangerous moment, a devoted coyote.
I just came in from a pre-twilight hammock rest and meditation, carrying my light blanket and pillow. One of our … More
Almost an inch of rain from a rare late May series of storms. Today at 7am, I stuck my head … More
One of my favorite poems, a nineteenth century ballad titled “Lasca,” by Frank Desprez, reminds me of the jungle peccary stampede … More
Today is Cinco de Mayo. As usual, up with the morning sun, I step out on my south porch to … More