DO THIS ONE THING

These cold mornings, I make it a habit to walk up to my bee yard no matter what the weather and take a peek into the plexiglass viewing windows on each one of my hives. My hives are kept under a shed-type cover and this every-morning hive check is a precious new ritual here at…

ABUNDANT SUMMER

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…

AS PROMISED—A WEB RETREAT!

“Winter Sojourn: An Intimate Exploration of the Cold Moons” Winter-to-Winter, our spiritual and physical nature is matured and ripened by the seasonal, circular celebration of the seasons. This December, I am offering a winter web retreat to explore and build upon the natural gifts and qualities of Winter. Crafted from my book, “Why Buffalo Dance,”…

MORPHING: PART 1

The weather has been glorious here at MillHaven this past week. Some heat, some clouds, some booming thunder, and some blessed rain. A little bit of everything, and all of it good. Things are changing in the garden quickly at this time of year. Many summer flowers are brown and bent now, and my lawns,…

WEED WONDER

The chilling cold seems to have left my small corner of the Northwest for now. I can’t say that it won’t return before winter has its last hurrah, but we are back to our typically cloudy, mostly-wet days. There are some signs, however, that spring may be stretching her mint-green arms and yawning. Just a…

CRAFTING

It is raining out, and has been for several days. In the breaks between showers, I’ve hurried outside to do some end-of-season clean up in the yard, cutting back dead flowers, raking leaves. Tucked between the tall stalks of wilted brown asters, supported by the thick, winding limbs of my favorite clematis, I found this…

CHORING

I am back home on this rainy day in the Northwest. I was discharged from the Cuckoo’s Nest late Monday afternoon.I had not been outdoors in a week, beyond the cement patio outside the ward where we gathered once every few days for a few minutes when the weather wasn’t bad. My, but the foliage…