The skin of the planet is fragile. Watch. Listen. You can only listen. By listening, you may see a sparrow warming itself in steam on the corner of your gutter. By listening, you may see the first crocus shimmy up from the frozen Earth. A sentry, the first scout. You may hear the fall of … Continue reading
Pick a flower before the end of the day. Admire its brightness as it turns sunshine into sugar. Watch a bee land on its petals, sniffing out sweetness before you untether it. Continue reading
My friend Tom recently lent me his DSLR camera. Turns out, having another nice tool for a detail-oriented writer like me has been kind of nice. I haven’t had much time to do much polished writing lately (in the midst of my community college class, grad school applications, and what else? oh yeah, work) but … Continue reading
It’s dogwood season. The time when color comes back into the world, fragile green leaves craving the sweet kisses of sunlight. They (and we) gather it close, soaking it in, feeling the fresh breaths of spring. Outside my back door is a dogwood tree. Most of the year, it grows unassumingly out of a concrete-enclosed hole … Continue reading
Life bursts out of hard brick and concrete, Thriving in a driveway, crawling with new friends, doing what it does best. You may also like: Sprout Bunchberry Coexist Continue reading
Maiden of the forest Stands tall in hidden beauty. More about the Bunchberry dogwood (Cornus canadensis) Continue reading
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” -Leonardo DaVinci- They resemble small airplanes, container jets, small compact aircrafts that arrive and depart in a business-like way. They fly with intention and they know … Continue reading
Spontaneous blooms revive the question: Can humans and Nature live together? You may also like: Cyclical I feel I must whisper in your presence Small Moments Paying Attention Continue reading
Green velvet cloaks are lush all year. And fleeting, fragile flowers mean that delectable dessert is to come. Continue reading
I find myself spending my recess breaks sitting in the grass of an apple orchard, surrounded by 10,000 of my newest friends. They pay me no mind- they have better things to do. There’s food to collect and process. There’s cleaning to do, eggs to be laid and attended to, babies to raise, and even … Continue reading
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