Solstice Sacrifice

The woods were quiet, the first full day of winter. The occasional chickadee, mourning doves flying over. A grey day, no sun, and only the red of berries and dogwood stems to alleviate the greys and brown of wood and field. And then another splash of red: blood, on the snow beside the path. I … More Solstice Sacrifice

Winter Encounter

I woke today with a strong need to be out-of-doors, after yesterday’s freezing rain and snow kept me in. I wanted fields and trees, not concrete and houses. By 8:30 I was at the Arboretum. The temperature hovered just around freezing: just above, because trees dripped water and the snow was slush in most places. … More Winter Encounter