During the recent hot spell, I stayed home scrubbing mildew from my wood shed walls, then painting, carefully, layers of mildew resistant acrylic onto them…

There's a lot going on with flowers right now, but other things too. My heart…

The field was on fire…

He drove into the birch grove, sharing with us a piece of history, while maneuvering hummocks & fallen logs…

We don’t know what we don’t know …

We split up the crew, and I went plant shopping, while the others stayed behind to prepare the beds…

Tree power…

It’s a little cooler tonight, and that’s welcome to my body ….

When they predict thunderstorms, you don't really know although some track the progress of storms, but I usually don't…

I live in a community where joiners & sawyers, whittlers & timber framers, work quietly making beautiful, handmade objects, because it what their hands want to do…

Double Bloodroot…

I leave the house with a fully packed truck: wheel barrow, buckets & tools; a thermos of nettle tea, two slices of buttered bread, and chick pea spread; a phone, a tee shirt, an empty mug for coffee, in case I decide to stop for that; a possible plan to visit with an old friend, at the tail end of the day…

The day started rainy, but dried off as I drove, skipping over a mountain gap, past the ranger station & down along the magnificent White River valley…

The trumpets of spring are here again, sending out their clarion call …

Sometimes you only know a town by its store, passing through, with no close friends about, maybe once a month…

Contemplating sticks is something I do, although I admit much of what they say to me goes into my unconscious rather than telling me directly…

The rivers are gushing, still blending snow melt seamlessly with rock & debris…

I've occasionally lamented to folks who know me well, that I wish I could work in a public garden…

I’ve had so much on my mind lately …

Despite the threat of bears attacking them, I fill my bird feeders one more time…