Alaska Bound

“When I was young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I... Continue Reading →

Last Days

A lovely poem from student, colleague, and friend, Leslie Scott Harris. I deeply appreciate all of his BEES Garden inspired poetry, but this one in particular resonates with me at this moment in time. Last Days It’s cold now in December. I remember tender things like watching Mockingbirds assemble. Every member sings. Wishing it were... Continue Reading →

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