A northern Idaho writer contemplates birds, imagination and country-living from the peaty shore of a bog pond.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Alternate snow and rain, thaw and freeze, leaves craters across the snow at Elmira. Surrounded by a moonscape, I wait for spring. Or more winter. It's that time of year that feels like indecision. So I hunker down in the house, sitting on a patch of sunbeam that warms the carpet and I circle seeds in a garden catalog.
Linking up with Abracabadra for Wordless Wednesday. Photos by Charli Mills.