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Do you ever wonder about the origin of a word? I’m fascinated by the word understory. Maybe it’s because I’m a writer and I see life composed of stories, including the activity in the woods and marshes where I walk. When I was growing up, we used the word underbrush instead of understory, mostly ...Continue Reading
God rarely speaks in a loud voice. This morning as we headed out for our walk, I had what I would call a soft nudge to take the path that runs in the opposite direction from where I usually walk. This path has more open space and less deep forest. It’s also less crowded and often has owls calling to ...Continue Reading
Sitting in my garden on a spring day, I’ve become enthralled with a pink tulip that has emerged from its winter nap. Early morning dew still adorns its petals like a scattering of diamonds. What is it that makes such a small thing so precious? Hope reborn. A short while ago, the ground was brown ...Continue Reading
There were only a few brave souls out walking today. The temperature had dropped significantly, and the wind was chilly. I needed my nature fix and wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. But as usual I was rewarded bountifully. My first stop was to check the fungi village that was ...Continue Reading
Waiting. Waiting for spring, waiting for corona virus to disappear, your job to re-start, your kids to go back to school, your wedding day, things to go back to normal. We are all in various stages of waiting at different times in our lives. Right now, however, the entire world is in a waiting mode, ...Continue Reading
