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“We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.” –Annie Dillard, The Jungle “Leaves are the verbs that...

I met someone today who said, “Oh, you’re THE Rose! The horticulturalist.” I just looked at him, because of all the labels I’ve had and...

Let’s say the sad things out loud. Softly, constantly, so they fall upon themselves like breakers on the rocks, sliding their wet fingers...

The hedgehog and the child are not that different: On the way to the bathroom I found: a buff, a yellow shirt (that still smells like...

Jag gick med Ronja i skogen– hon som har varit inspirerande hela mitt liv: med äventyr och modighet och at leva uti skogen, och att vara...

“I don’t know if this is still Roseabelle, but I’m at Gooseberry for the week…” An old friend from another lifetime (one of my favorites–...

“We are strong when we stand with another soul. When we are with another, we cannot be broken.” “…to say a person’s name is to make a...

There’s a drummer downstairs, and every now and I then I hear him tapping out rhythms on the walls, and I tap back. Matching,...

Telling the truth– about everything that’s slant: kids and co-parents and our own parents, our bodies, our resurrection, our stumbling...

What is it about mammals that makes us crave each other’s company? Hedgehog, dog, cat, human– another body in contact with yours is the...

The damp in the air on a walk after work. The long light evening. The warmth layered with waves of cold coming off the melting snowbanks...

I took a walk in the woods by myself today. The river ran below me, loud at the cliff and muted in the trees. Gullies gurgled with the...

“That’s a red pine tree,” I told her. “The layer under the bark protects it from fire, so as long as the flames don’t reach the crown, it...

Alchemy al fresco: three pans simmering in three shades of shimmering bronze over an iron stove fed with inch-and-a-half thick kindling,...

To lie on the floor next to a dog for a short moment. Not to be confused with Ristretto, the smallest and most potent of coffee drinks....

June really liked stick-y things– a yard ringed with crabapples and roses. She sent her husband down to the Cities to buy a particular...

The magic of a moving van. Of orange and white. Of doors ajar and boxes stacked. Of openings and closings and revolving doors. Tony and...

I cut my own hair today. Not a trim, not a tidy up of the bangs, but four good inches, standing at the bathroom sink with the kitchen...

I saw a friend in the wild today! Both of us were treasure hunting at the thrift store (neither of us could fit into those marvelous red...

Books by the fire after a long nap. Poems about bees, and all the sweetness the murmuring words bring, buzzing, to the lips that silently...