It has been one of those weeks, the sort that has left Keith incapable of doing much more than boiling water for tea and finding a sunny spot to sit and drink it in. Before he can get comfortable, I hand him a bucket. “The walnuts,” I say. “We’ve been stumbling over them all month.... Continue Reading →
Our Cottonwood!
Cottonwoods grow up along the margins of whatever landscape we humans denude and then occupy. But this is their grace and their history, to grow unbidden, untended, and yet beloved.