Hopeful hands nestle an acorn’s promise of majesty in a pot of humble soil the acorn slumbers, dreaming of the canyon where its ancestors...

On mystery and revelation in new seeds, old trees, and ancient names We walk down the hill and through the willows. A gentle May rain...

My working dog taught me how to work...and live. Ella jumped up in the back seat as I parked the car, wagging her tail and bouncing up...