My Minnesota

I've read a couple of books by, and read a blog of Chris La Tray, mentioned below. I've read a number of works by two of Minnesota...

When the Daughter Person was in college, the Better Half and I would stop on occasion at a coffee shop know as the Ginko. It’s been quite a ...

These days there are more birds bumping into windows and the walkout doors to the deck. Young of the year have fledged but not yet learned t...

Those who read this blog with any regularity have probably realized that Joy Harjo is one of my favorite poets and writers. Today I encounte...

The elderberry bush growing in the “wet spot”in the back yard is coming into flower. More orange day lilies, plus one scarlet one, have star...

Czeslaw Milosz is a Nobel Laureate in Literature (1980). I’m rereading one of his works, Road-side Dog , and quite enjoying it. Some weeks a...

 As I was rereading the first chapter of Joy Harjo’s Catching the Light this morning, my day was brightened by  this paragraph: The traditi...

Remember the old saying about not saying anything at all if you can’t say something good? Today we’re not going to mention the weather. Inst...

The ice on the driveway is finally that sickly gray that ice turns just before it disappears. This morning a flock of half-a-dozen or so Can...

It’s almost the end of March. Although it’s sunny, the outside temperature is about half of the normal high for this time of year, after one...

 I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned that I am now officially studying Druidry , but this St. Patrick's Day seems a good time to confirm th...