The snow is falling in such ghostly flakes that I almost need to squint to see it. Each icy star is so tiny that it doesn't so mu...

The hills have been calling me for two weeks now, but the days have been frigid and icy and the wind wicked - not the kind of weather suitab...

May is all kinds of madness, and I'm not sure I have ever experienced it any other way.  There is the revelry of the 1st of May, if you ...

My little town smells like citrusy evergreen tips this morning. And sure enough, as I headed out to feed breakfast to the local elementary s...

I have just returned from a walk by the river - something I haven't done in months. The flattening of the wild flora on the path and the...

There are a few things that can make even the most stalwart summer-lover feel glad about the waning sun. One of those miracles is the wil...

Midsummer dawned sunny and hot on Saturday, and I had a plan.  Which of course meant, nothing would go as planned. I took my walk be...

This morning I was walking beside the river, stopping to look closely at the plants just now blooming, and those releasing seeds or fruit, a...

"There is balm in Gilead, To make the wounded whole; There's power enough in heaven, To cure a sin-sick soul" ~ African A...

Being a wild-crafter and forager, I come across more in my travels than just amazing local plants that heal and uplift and smolder gorgeous...

Today is " The Bewitching Home " blog party over at The Witch of Howling Creek .  The theme of the blog party is domestic witc...

The last week and a half have had me hopping.  A camping trip, back-to-school shopping with my niece, finishing off my summer artisan fair ...

 The rains have been in and out of the valley for a week, but seem to have finally let up.  Not before causing some serious flooding in som...

My never-ending love affair with dandelion had me making a gorgeous, sweet syrup last week. There seem to be a handful of different ide...