We need to get outside, to breathe fresh air, to see the sun, to feel nature. There was a time, when I worked at Microsoft near Seattle, where I never saw the sun. Even now, memories of sitting in a closet-like room with no windows, where I had to walk out a door and look…
There is no silence/ out here in nature, nor would/ I want there to be
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
Today, in a single, natural life and death moment, I rediscovered the phrase “To Kill A Mockingbird.” It’s spring. Birds aren’t known for paying attention when they’re in love. So it was, evidently, with the mockingbird that jumped into the path of my ragtop today. I didn’t even hear a thunk, but looking in my…
Solo sycamore leaves catch the hot afternoon breeze and spin in joyous pinwheels on Independence Day, as if to say: “Welcome home, boy. We’re glad you’ve come. Don’t Roam. Stay.”
My property in Northwest Georgia is covered with nature I don’t recognize. New flowers. New trees. New bugs. New birds. Things I’ve never heard, seen, smelled or felt before. It’s almost as if I can’t keep up. Is it possible that there is just too much to learn? Not to mention, it’s Spring, which means…