I cannot believe it is already mid-July. This summer, more than any in my recent memory has fulfilled that old adage, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” So many stories have been in the making these warm months, but the telling of them may have to wait for the cold moons—my traditional writing time. So…
Our last post ended with me leaving the newly combined Rose Hive Tower to “sort things out.” I stepped out of the bee yard, stripping off gloves, veil, bee jacket, and heavy shoes as I made my way to the back door. Normally, I don’t “suit up” as extensively—or at all—but I had expected to…
No doubt, you are aware that the world is a mess these days. From wars, to environmental catastrophe, to filthy politics, to gun violence, to domestic and animal abuse—you name it, we got it. I spend time pondering the why of our collective insanity, but not too much time, because pondering insanity is a waste…
Let me set the stage for this wonder, this grace, that God-plopped right into my life three brief nights ago: Carter is sitting—grinning—beside the tub-pond on our small wooden deck. The sun has slanted low at the eve of the day, pouring beams of that honey colored light you only see on some special late…
The sun sank in a rose-colored ball this evening, across the sky from a full rainbow woven over a sea-foam of clouds. As I was finishing my nightly walk-about around our summer-sleepy yard, our first sacred Datura flower opened up to greet the coming moon. These flowers–powerful shamanic medicine that can kill you if you…
I am sick today, for the fourth time this winter. My granddaughter and I seem to be passing these germs back and forth between us. It has been years since I’ve been slammed with upper respiratory things. Years. I usually get one of these snotty things once every few years now, so this recent turn…
Spring has brought so many gifts for me on her annual visit to my forest, but the gift most precious to me has been the coming of the frogs, especially the first frog, who landed in the pond with a hearty splat in early April. The sound was solid, satisfying, and—because I had been wondering…