It’s after 1am. I am wide awake. I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Not now anyways. This election for the President of the United States is not over, yet. Sitting here, I can still… 2016 Election From A Small State Where It All Begins
I think it’ll be fairly obvious in these pictures, that I am not much of a “do-it-yourself-er”. Either way though, I am sharing this. Today, with the help of my mother, and my 6-year old… DIY Compost Bin
Den Rock Walk – Den Rock Park Hidden in the midst of population, business, and all of the bustle, I found this old Native American land called Den Rock Park. I guess when you think… Den Rock Walk
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
It was 39°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.
The other day, I went outside seeking a connection to the those now gone.
Specifically, I was looking for the one we loved, the one we call, John.
This tree dazzled all that passed by, with its’ brilliance in color and personality.
But I paid attention when it beckoned, and I listened to what it had to say to me.