The two miles of road seem so much longer. Living off a dirt road, I have an expectation of a rougher ride than the smooth and quiet movement over the asphalt. It’s comical, because I keep this in mind each morning, making my morning coffee. Sometimes, in the frenzy to…
Continue readingA small pop of blue poked out from among the brown duff on the ground. I walked over to investigate further. Yep, there it was the first wildflower of our Rocky Mountain spring. The Western Pasqueflower had poked its way up through the pine needles and dead wood to bravely…
Continue readingLiving in the suburbs of Maryland, if I spotted a dog off leash wandering in the street, I would stop my car. Did the dog have a collar? This poor dog was lost, had gotten separated from his owner. Need to call them right away to let them know I’d…
Continue reading“But we love the trees. We moved to the mountains to live in the forest!” she plaintively opined. Such were the words from a former co-worker of mine living in one of the many foothill towns along the Front Range. I didn’t realize how much she loved the trees until…
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