Attack of Daddy Goose

Sunlight glittered atop the surface of the pond. The water was smooth except for a few ripples floating away from the geese as they paddled peacefully from the muddy bank. Between them, in all their fuzzy cuteness, six goslings swam. Mother and father goose kept a watchful eye, heads held tall and proud, as they…

Creating Space

As I stepped outside this morning to gauge the temperature my senses were assaulted by the sounds of hundreds of birds singing joy from the Shadow Wood. One perched nearby seemed to be proclaiming, "hello, hellooooo!" as the geese glided gracefully across the pond. A chilly early spring breeze blew strong, threatening to topple the…

Dreaming of Spring

We are well into January and blazing toward February as I write this. Here in Tennessee, Winter has really just begun. We've had a couple of pretty dustings of snow, just enough to make us wish for a "big one" so we can get some use out of our long-neglected sled, but my affections are…