The maple tree outside my window quivers in the hazy light.In the air, the faint scent of wildfire smoke.The evening sun droops beneath the mountains, so much faster than she did a month ago.She is hastier to leave these days. More timid to return. Like me, she knows that Summers peak has past.Like me, she’s …
And just like that…. July is over! This month started out with an amazing family vacation to Yellowstone which you can read more about here. During the rest of the month, my days and my heart have been full with all of Summers joys- swimming, ice cream, reading at the beach… I am so grateful …
I always felt bad for great grandma Jeanne’s chinalocked away behind the doors of the oak hutch my daddy madewhat does it feel like to be told that you’re beautifulbut only be allowed to the table at certain timesvaluable, treasured, safe, but not usedprotected from damage, but also the sound of people laughing I learned …
Last year wildland fires consumed millions and millions of acres of our countries forests. If you lived anywhere in the West, you would remember vividly. Even from hundreds of miles away, these fires impacted each of us. Bogged down by smoke, the air was hot and muggy. Suppressing. Stifling. Smothering. This Summer, few fires have …
he dug a hole for himselfand fell inthen blamed everyone elsefor the dirt in his eyeswe offered him a ropebut he wouldn’t hold ontoo proudtoo angrytoo stubbornif only he’d admitthat he’d slipped and fallenwe would have helped him out in a heartbeatif only he’d have smelledthe stench of his holehe’d be clawing the wallsto get …