A River Runs Through Us – part 2
Latte had her nose to the ground as she pulled Moss through a clump of burdock and headed towards the trees. Cleavers grabbed at Moss’s feet, nearly tripping her as she fought to keep up with the fast moving dog.
Latte had her nose to the ground as she pulled Moss through a clump of burdock and headed towards the trees. Cleavers grabbed at Moss’s feet, nearly tripping her as she fought to keep up with the fast moving dog.
I began writing my observations of the Mississippi River and how this summer’s drought and a river bank restoration project affected the river and woods. Observing this area close to home turned into a summer project, which I plan to continue for a while. Rather than present my observations with photos and explanations, I wrote…
I should have written this blog post back in July. If I had, it would be a dance in the forest story about a camping trip and the campsite Steve and I found on Divide Lake, near Isabella, Minnesota. As of this writing, the campground we stayed at is closed because of the Greenwood Fire…
A month ago, I had a two dog life. It seemed like one day I was feeding, walking, and grooming two dogs, and the next day, I couldn’t get my older dog, Java, up off her bed. She went downhill so fast it was hard to take in. I’d sit, massaging her body and telling…
I watched Java walk past me for the tenth time as I listened to the rhythmic sound of paw, toenail drag; paw, toenail drag. Then silence. Java stands, nose to the wall, staring. I wait for her to whisper “open sesame” and for the wall to comply and let her through. But soon the paw,…
I did not go willingly into a past me reflection. It was my failing iPhone 6s Plus that forced it upon me. As I flicked through old photos, they reminded me of all the things I’d done. It wasn’t long before I was wondering where that Maery had gone. I’m simply not the woman I see…