No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations. ~ Louis L'amour
Fall Creek
Woes-Colored Glasses
During my two-hour commute to work on Tuesday (45 minutes longer than normal, thanks to... an accident? After 90 minutes of bumper-to-bumper traffic, the road suddenly cleared up with no explanation) I called a few friends usually available at that hour, hoping one of them would talk me through a particularly tedious stretch, when it … Continue reading Woes-Colored Glasses
What Are The Woods For?
Rest. Get it? "For rest." For rest, for rest, forest. (groans) Aww, man! Tough crowd. Other great tree posts: Tree Dreaming The Fall of the Pioneer Cabin Tree Wednesday Words on the Wild: Trees
Mollusk Monarch Mug Shots
Brad I the Banana Slug, First King of Fall Creek Ventured out to survey his dominion last week. Brad sped* to a vantage point. With great discerning, He carefully inspected all things concerning: Ferns ferning? Trees yearning? Trails turning? Creek churning? Check, check, check and check. But then, upon adjourning Someone** seized the slimy sovereign … Continue reading Mollusk Monarch Mug Shots
