Reaching through the thorns
Our mother sent us out to pick blackberries once, along a gravel road, each of the three of us with an empty Folger’s coffee can (wildly optimistic of her to think we would fill even one).
Category: Pacific Northwest
When a bird signals climate change
A movement in the backyard caught my eye, a bird with feathers that looked blue and lavender. I froze, wanting to scramble across the room for my camera with the zoom lens, but not wanting to miss it. It’s rare that we in the Puget Sound area see blue birds. …