Happy March

I would be remiss if I didn’t share a Dickinson poem on the first day of her favorite month! WE like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder_s tongue his coming, And begets her spot. Stands the sun


Froggy Memories

The frog — startled by my presence — skipped across the surface of the pond before diving into its safe abyss. My mind tripped as well, following him momentarily into the comforting depths of memory. Flickering momentarily to a childhood spent in stealth and frog traps. Time smeared back to those innocent days, free of humid worry and heavy doubts.

Common frog (Rana temporaria):

New Books!

It’s been a very long time since I’ve allowed myself to buy new books. That’s mostly because I have far too many books sitting on my shelf to be read.

However, the other day I caved. I couldn’t help but stop into a little local bookstore that always has great deals on books.

And boy, I’m glad I did. I found one book I’d wanted for a while and a couple that look really interesting and even a few that were a bit risky, all for about the same price as a book from any other bookstore.

I got all these books for just over $10! Needless to say I was very pleased with my find. Now, I just have to find time to read them. And about three dozen others sitting on my shelf.