The Hardened Path

In my part of the country, we have been experiencing drought. Very little precipitation has fallen this year. In my city home, I don’t immediately see the effects, but the nearby farmers and ranchers see it every day. While recently walking on the nature trails, however, I noticed the difference. Usually, when I walk thoseContinue reading “The Hardened Path”

Early Spring

As I sit on the brown, lifeless grass, its crispy blades crunch and break beneath my weight. High atop this hill, I can see for miles in every direction, the surrounding gently rolling hills the same dun color as the grass where I sit. Dotted along the tan hillsides, dark green cedars raise their pointedContinue reading “Early Spring”

Cleaning the Flower Beds

In the early morning fresh air, I cleaned the flower beds.  First, I tackled the tall purple coneflowers, whose seed heads had provided the birds with winter food.  With my handheld, small shears, I quickly cut.  Snip, snip, down they came.  Next came the yarrow:  snip, snip, the old dried stalks were quickly removed.  FromContinue reading “Cleaning the Flower Beds”