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    A light rain fell last evening.  Intermittent puddles line the bottom of the irrigation ditch.  The path alongside the ditch is damp and near muddy where vegetation has never taken hold in the alkali crusted soil.  As the alkali eases,… Continue reading

  • Bent Gate

    After a fairly lengthy conversation with a Forest Ranger—not to obtain my qualifications as much, I imagine, as too many experiences with folk who believe nature something to spank rather than love—and looking over a number of maps, I left… Continue reading

  • Midsummers

    There’s something about a summer sky that calls one to think of what is good.  There is too much talk about what is bad.  That’s plain enough listening to NPR in the morning or the evening news.  Too bad folk… Continue reading

  • Marble

    Our ghosts follow us more often than we think, or want. I told my grandmother, “Get in touch with me after you die.” If existence after death is real. I’ve never heard from her. A church attender who is trying… Continue reading