A spring, not so long ago, I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the blue pool. A spring when my father was still alive. The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field. I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…
Making Cider
There is the day your friend visits and finds the trees heavy with fruit. Ripe. Rotten almost. The apples riddled with worms. You’ve let them drop to the ground. One after another. Hoping a bear will come. Or deer. To eat the apples. Your friend says, you know these will make great cider, right? …
Methow Valley
I heard you grieve little has been going your way in the hills and valley of where we stand in the wind on a ridge above a valley, deep into pine and oak, lupine and sunflower. Deep into the learning of creatures small or ungulate, like the ones grazing the meadow, below. Maybe you know these…
