Among a long list of foolish things I’m taking up in my maturing years, I can now add learning how to work with draft horses. I don’t know how far I’ll take this interest. One thing that sunk in at a recent weekend workshop is how steep the learning curve is and how dangerous it […]
I’ve been coming across tidbits recently that echo some half-formed thoughts in my own mind about the worth of long sentences, long books, complex thoughts.
…and that was the problem. Not maintained, rutted, overgrown on either side, the mile long drive is the only way by vehicle in and out of this abandoned homestead we now spend half the year on….
It’s kind of ugly and horribly bitter, but the years I spent in Nepal have made it into comfort food — and one I sorely miss. How shall I prepare my first harvest of these? Karela ko achar? Or fried in ghee? Imagining either makes me dizzy with happiness. Baby bitter melon
Right on schedule for the spring equinox, Pseudacris regilla arrived several days ago in my backyard pond here in Portland, Oregon. I haven’t seen him yet, but I hear him every night inviting females to join him in his half wine barrel.
I grew up an introverted, only child. With my cat or rabbit stretched out beside me, I spent many evenings curled up in some cozy corner, thumbing through animal books…
Bald Eagle, Sandy River Delta So many birds today on the Sandy River Delta, including two bald eagles. One flew overhead, landed in a cottonwood tree by the Columbia River shore, screeched and flapped its wings at another already in the tree. Courtship perhaps. The water has receded a lot over the last few weeks, […]