Remember when birds flew to the moon for the winter? Probably not as it’s been a few hundred years since scientist Charles […]
There’s a poker game in my future with enough cousins that we’ll have to shout to be heard, so that’s something.
May you tread on soft paths, find rest against solid oaks, and discover new comforts in your own backyard.
This is how I carry nature in my pocket. Little bits of a sky caught between day and night, draped briefly across my backyard