Finding these beauties growing in my woods.
The Bard of Boscobel Woods
In medieval Gaelic and British culture, a bard was a professional story teller, verse-maker, poet, and music composer…
In my woods, I have my very own story teller, a Barred Owl, whose calls I can hear across the valley on a quiet evening.
Spring Morning in the Valley
A night of heavy rains and morning in the hollow was humming. The fog hung in the valley pocket as the sun began to rise over the bluff. Songbirds flitted about the treetops, and as I watched, the Sandhill Cranes flew through, silhouetted by the morning mist, adding the exclamation mark to the scene.
