Rose Bush, Cherry Tree
The earth knows only two seasons. The sharp, still, arctic cold of February, 100 days off, The soft, syrupy, tropical...
The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.
The earth knows only two seasons. The sharp, still, arctic cold of February, 100 days off, The soft, syrupy, tropical...
Beavers live here, Herons linger here, Lilies visit.
Simple, ancient rhythm Product of seed, sun, soil, water, toil combining, Easily recognized, yet, too often, to too many, unfamiliar....
March's entrance was unmistakably Leonine, adding considerably to this year's already substantial snow pack. Bright sun, and moderate temperatures collaborated...
This week, the Full Snow Moon retires, Eased from the sky by rosy dawn. Soon, bright early sparkles all about:...
Mid-Winter finds us in a cherished, strenuous, comfortable, familiar rhythm: Wake-up, eat, work, ski, sleep; repeat. When it was "too...
Gifts are given, some received. Brightly colored, Joy the moment unwrapped. Some are in the giving, Source of comfort, Though...
A couple of days ago, the season's first hard frost. Now, blazing colors.
Hawk in flight, lofted by air and sunlight bright.
The view across the valley from the road to Alpe d'Huez, Isere province, southern France (photo circa 1973); site of...