The Creek

The Creek “It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.” -Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek Continue reading The Creek

The Morning Mist

The Morning Mist “Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn. Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper. The sun is coming quick it must be dawn. Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day. And all the … Continue reading The Morning Mist

The Quiet Pond

The Quiet Pond Soon the ice will leave the beaver ponds and the beavers will emerge after months of darkness. However, they must get to work quickly as there is much to do. Trees must be felled so they can eat and replenish their diminished fat stores from the long winter. Once they have stripped … Continue reading The Quiet Pond