Because I Love Birch Trees

On A Day In February A new knock knock knock against the wall (he wind is blowing,  I should mention that)   for two decades the birch tree  in the backyard has leafed and thickened stretched to reach… Read More

Winter of Discontent

It snowed on Easter. Woo. I cracked the door open just enough to let the dog slip through. She was out like a shot and off into the woods, nose down, following the fresh tracks of a rabbit…. Read More