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“… my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the...

"give me shelter, but let me see the rain and the darkening of the sky as the clouds gather... let me touch the cooled air, let me fe...

" Lichen is a hardy plant hardy hardy   taking sustenance from the granite ledge nouriture from the dead elm bole icy plant ho...

For the weather whingers out there who bemoaned the cold and snow: I hope you’re happy now. Rainy days in the low 40s Fahrenheit res...

Riverbank cutaways bring to mind Mole of Kenneth Grahame’s “ Wind In the Willows ”. “ He saw clearly how plain and simple - how narrow...

Rose hips - not just a pretty berry, but chock full of Vitamin C for the taking - unless they're growing in along a public roadway, ...

As I recollect it, the living room carpet of our childhood was the exact shade of the moss on the far bank of Fish Creek pictured here....

"My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season." - Mary Todd Lincoln

“We are the music-makers , And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; Worl...

Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man. John Burroughs Read mo...

Drip Dropping down Held To pool and glimmer Momentarily Catch the eye Toward  This sometime resting place Small wonder - CH

As we tramped amongst the rocks at Fish Creek , headgear damp with intermittent spits of the lowering mist, a freight train thundered a...

Wish rocks - those having a ring completely around them - were a recurring delight over the weekend.  Walking up Blue Mountain , my s...

Sunday was surprisingly rainy, thanks to an unexpected warm before the storms blow down   from Canada.   But a wee bit of precipitation...