What makes a weed a weed? I often ponder this question, especially when spring arrives and the many new shoots begin to sprout up everywhere. By definition a weed is….
I sit in a forest of green listening to the morning songs of birds’ unseen and the distant drumming of a determined woodpecker. These simple pleasures are a gift from Mother Nature.
There is no doubt these are trying times. Our lives, as we know them, have been turned upside down and in many cases come to a halt. The coronavirus has created a pandemic and a once divided world now has one common goal and mission. Like other parts of the country….
Yes! It has been awhile, but it is April now and spring has sprung here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest! What I love most about the spring are the sweet subtle signs it brings. Like…