keeper of wild places

It wasn't the moon it was a pink flamingo mars shines bright but no moon a coyote ran off with it

This blogging always has me reading a lot. Just this week Liz at; In a nutshell out of order, had me go up to the attic to find my old Fairy...

I sing and dance again not too feel happy but because i am happy Life is a mystery is it the stories is it the soft weather is it the bigges...

Okay, what was i going to write; the trees free of their load they sprang back to their old form effortlessly no more arrows pointing to sta...

I was going to write a nice post, how all the snow is coming off the trees, how it feels so fresh. Well i wonder if i am up for a new start ...

You know what happened yesterday!!! After writing my post and talking about the headwaters of the Mendenhal River, Don said to me to me; do ...