When I last travelled the desert, I passed this one empty house. It was along a flat stretch of highway. A straight away nearly twelve miles long. Springtime was busting out. The desert filling with promise. Green spotted the hills and I could see dots of little yellow flowers. And rain. Rain was loving the…
Category: nature writing
Apples
I found the bear one fall day as clouds slouched up the valley, pushed by an incoming storm. Crows flapped in the alders and before I could reason the oddness of so many, the dog was off and tearing into whatever was there below the trees. I shouldn’t say I found the bear. I’d already heard rumors…