Spent on a Worthy Cause

Corn rows paralleled the tiny swale hole. Three tall cottonwoods stood guard over the southwest corner. To the east, a broad weeping willow stood amidst the sedge grass. Two white ash trees, both forked, guarded the northeast edge. Red willows and a few poison sumacs grew here and there among the acre or so of… Continue reading Spent on a Worthy Cause

Hunting in that person’s moccasins…

Green oak leaves fluttered. Small branches bobbed and swayed a bit in the thinning canopy. Bright sunlight patches dappled and dotted the forest floor. The air smelled warm, humid and spring-like. Now and again a gentle breeze caressed the skin of haggard cheeks and rough hands, soothing the woodsman’s soul, beckoning a restful doze amidst… Continue reading Hunting in that person’s moccasins…

Paying Closer Attention

Shadows moved. A fox squirrel crept in the midst of downed branches beneath a large red oak. Grape vines spiraled up that tree, weaving back and forth over each other. The tip of a bushy tail twitched and flicked as it searched behind the largest limb and wandered away from the oak’s trunk. The fox… Continue reading Paying Closer Attention