Journey Into The North Orchard

Deep cold, deep snow. The foot tall dogs smash along, crusted in their groove like the plow trains of Banff. I take the lead to spare the g...

 The sun shines in a million tiny mirrors in the snow. The hoof prints are full of shadow where deer criss-crossed the hil...

A squirrel dressed for the opera hangs by her back feet from the cord, daintily eating sunflower seeds from the birdfeeder tray. When she s...

Just found a post from late December that never made it out of the fog of tinsel.  Up next, and out of order!

Too cold to walk far: the dogs’ paws freeze after a few steps. They sit in the trail, pained, puzzled. Trees make sudden loud snaps like gu...

New Year’s Day, bright dawn. Crows calling in the trees near the swamp; chickadees flitting and calling in the orchard. Waxwings drink from...

It’s been snowing for five days, off and on. This morning my daughter called us all to see the dawn—winter’s hot pink slash behind the east...