Refuge and Reflections
If trees could talk I would most want to speak to an old oak tree. I would ask the tree […]
The Art in Gardening by Angie Windheim
If trees could talk I would most want to speak to an old oak tree. I would ask the tree […]
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. William Shakespeare, spoken by Ophelia to Hamlet I have just a […]
All along the open fields and country roads near my home are the cutest little houses. The rent is free. […]
I am not a runner. However, for the right swag, I’ll lace up my shoes. My neighboring town of Newberg, […]
My first clear memory of a raven was as a teenager. No doubt I’d had encounters before then, but the […]
“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.” […]
“…the roots are down there riotous.” Imagine the secret worlds below our feet! Makes me want to step a little […]
A little story about the September card mailed to our Gratitude Club members this month. Oregon’s Champoeg State Park has […]