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The morning is quiet. Daybreak moves in quiescent rhythm with autumn’s gentle breeze. It is late August – the hummingbirds are dwindling. My husband is... Read more →
The valley is drying after a delicious Sunday of fog and rain. The sun broke through clear and present, ready to take up its position... Read more →
The House Wren is chittering and chattering, trilling and chirping away this morning. I’m so happy he’s returned. I had worried for the ravens... Read more →
It’s been hot this afternoon. Eighty degrees at 8,000 feet above sea level in late June. I wake every morning to the sound of... Read more →
This morning, a flock of Pine Siskins clusters on the feeder swaying in the Rocky Mountain summer breeze. It makes me remember my childhood pet... Read more →