Last Saturday, we spent the day out working on our property. I let the dog out to wander around and get some fresh air, and I took my eyes and mind off of her for a good half-hour. Remembering, I quickly asked the kids if they’d seen her. The worst …
Our last lake day was September 6th, twenty days ago. Then came the smoke. Then the fog. Then the wind. Then the rain. The gifts of introversion and introspection have begun, abruptly and a little early this year. Today was a morning of fall cleaning. Of putting some sparkle into …
Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare. Japanese proverb Boy, have I been humbled by gardening. Really humbled. No amount of hard work will make a garden grow if you don’t know what you’re doing. You might be lucky for a time or have all …
Bob and Lark have been together for 23 years, since she was born. You’ve probably passed Lark a hundred times when you’ve been heading to the ferry and she’s been out grazing. Lark was a descendent of champion horses… But more importantly, she was a kind, gentle horse. A beautiful …
If there’s anything in full swing, it’s the local slug life! There’s some full-on mollusk traffic abounding on the wet sidewalks, and you know you love nature when you’re contorting yourself to get just the right angle for a slug mug. Tread gently out there; these tiny little guys – …
The smoke’s particulates have somehow encouraged fog to lock in on the land. We can see hints of blue sky straight above us, and light is being cast on our living room floor at home, but the scene outside remains gray-white. I tend to go ever-inward with life’s difficulties. Not …
We islanders can be grateful that fires aren’t plaguing us. Though four days of white skies from smoke makes for a pretty empty feeling inside, we certainly can’t complain, considering that people in California, Oregon, and Washington are losing their homes right and left and it looks like midnight during …
I’m going through old photos to catch up on annual family photo books and came across some pictures of Nest. When COVID hit, Cindy Morgan, the owner, had to make the tough decision to close her doors. She never rested, was a master at arranging everything from flowers to open …
This morning may have been gloomy, but this past week was stunning. The air has been beautiful, if you can call air beautiful. I don’t know that there’s a word in the English language that encapsulates all of the wonder in such perfect, pre-fall air. Thursday was particularly exceptional. In …
