In a slip of time a couple hours before dinner on Thanksgiving Day when everyone else was off on a hike, I set the table.

I once worked as a buyer and visual merchandiser for a pair of tastefully curated kitchenware and home goods stores

It was a quiet Thanksgiving, two week early

The river was gentle now, and calm, skimming over rocks, burbling between boulders, taking its wandering time

I’ve got my eye on the tall cottonwood in the middle of the shelter belt on the far side of the pasture. It tells me things I’m curious to know.

A rogue burst of cold in early September. We say we don’t expect it, but we know that’s not true.