Between the Red Road and the Sky
It is a dull morning, lionlike for the beginning of March, with a biting north wind sharpening the edges of muddy snowdrifts. I step through the gritty crystals...
Category: spring
Blue Tractor Glory
On Tuesday I saw a man-boy turning the corner of our back road in a blue tractor, and there was glory in his sand-blonde hair. For man is crowned with glory whe...
Why the blackbird sings after supper
Three days after Easter I see my first red-winged blackbird by the river. I was sitting on the porch after supper. It was my son who spotted them first, and tol...