Someday It Will Be Us

Someday It Will Be Us

Autumn dusk is hitting its prime. Walking the dog back home I see lights coming up in the village windows. It brings to mind the ones who inhabited these houses before my time. Their benevolent spirits linger throughout this valley and its hilltops in the many...

Tapping the Soul

Do the things you can’t. That is how they get done. -Picasso Last week I had a great conversation with an artist I work with. Her name is Kellie Day, and she is a collage artist from Colorado. She has this Picasso quote hanging on her refrigerator. And she is...
October Fog

October Fog

October mornings—when not frosty—are usually adrift with fog in pocket valleys. This weekend marked the peak of color for autumn foliage and the mist and sun only amplified the treetops. I had a long drive from here to the Red Horse Winery to help pick La Crescent...

Late Summer Foraging

  Are you a forager? In spring I dig up ramps and cut fiddleheads. I love to find raspberries, blackberries and untended apple trees. But other than morels, which I can identify well, I’m a little timid to collect and eat mushrooms. The surprise of this...