On Tools
People tell me I’ll want a chainsaw, and one day that may be true. But so far, I’ve been cutting with hand tools. When I …
The Big Backyard
Waiting
The air is heavy and still; an August day in early May. We push through the brush up the north hill, trying to find the …
Porcupine Tree
Cedar finds a porcupine in the bushes. While the dog barks wildly, the porcupine pulls itself heavily up a pin cherry sapling, quilly hand over …
British Soldiers
Tiny red soldiers march across the rotting stumps of trees, and camp in the gravelly soil of open clearings. All lichens are a unique alliance …
Helium
Today, a ragged yellow balloon lies beside the path. Its ribbon is still attached, curled among last year’s leaves, green sprigs, and the rocky earth. …
The View from Oak Hill
In between bouts of writing Cedar and I go to our Big Backyard; while she runs around after rabbits I begin to clear alder and …