Travel’s Magic Portal

If I were asked to describe, in a word—two at the most—my recent travel to France and Ireland, magical would compete with wonder-filled. Wonderful hasn’t the capacity. I was away for seventeen days, and not until I returned did a single mishap threaten the absolute perfection of this trip. But it was only a threat;…

I’ll Meet You There

With June comes the much-anticipated, annual Old Settlers Picnic at nearby Devils Tower National Monument. My husband and I serve on the board of the Natural History Association, and this is one of our summer highlights, when we’re not watering, weeding and working at our respective interests. The monument itself was created in 1906 by…

And Yon Twelve-winded Sky

We live in interesting times. This is purported to be an old Chinese curse. May it not be. In this vein, crisis, in Chinese, is made from the ideograms for danger, and, opportunity. In taking up the April thread of springtime and its vagaries (thus avoiding other subjects)~we have in the Hills, so far, avoided a killing frost.…

Viriditas

Today is the Feast of Easter. Viriditas or, The Greening. We just returned from a visit to see our grandchildren and son, who live 800 miles away. We soaked up their dear presence. We were away for only seven days, wherein I  looked at my writing only once or twice, their being the Great Distraction that…

Spring Forward

Living on a rural homestead in Wyoming continues to exercise body, mind and spirit. I hung laundry outdoors today, after walking up from my writing hut (where I write--not the hut!). Shoots of tulip and jonquil measure three inches. Spring means snow squalls and biting wind in these parts. We don't expect constant warmth until…