The making and the medicine…..

I’m coming back from a hard prune, grateful to see little tenderlings shooting up fresh from the cuts. It’s tricky to celebrate the shears and their scars and I’m not there yet so I won’t pretend to hurl thanks for those slices; instead I’ll say quick the pain and then share the medicine because we…

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September sunset….

I live among the trees, grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars that gift us with their shade and rustle, a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls and bands of other feathered musicians who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds. I love our trees and they mostly love us back,…

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