It is the Saturday after Thanksgiving, or more blasphemously, the day after Black Friday. I am sitting in front of a round stone fireplace in the middle of a sunken room, its copper cone-shaped … [Read more...]
The Spirituality of Beech
Well, stick season is upon us. Sure, there is still a passel of trees along city streets with limp yellow or curled brown leaves hanging on – overachievers that will soon succumb. Oaks may be the … [Read more...]