06 Jul Blades of Grass
A white paper flier was taped to our front door. I removed it and read the bold, green letters from the landscape maintenance company’s ad: “Things your lawn is trying...
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29 Jun Catch and Release
The girls raced through the sand, faster and faster toward the surf. It was partially the hot sand and partially their enthusiasm to get to the tide pools that made...
22 Jun Helpers Want to Help
Emma celebrated her birthday at a water park with several of her friends from school. My job was to be the Holder of All Things. I sat in a chair,...
15 Jun No Feeling is Final
My daughter Ella disliked my recent blog about the quail. Strongly disliked. She was already upset because of the actual event (discovering the baby quail were eaten by a hawk) and...
08 Jun True North
When I went in to say good night, Emma was in bed, playing with an old compass she had found in the garage. I sat on the edge of the bed,...
01 Jun Letting Things Hurt
For the past several weeks, a family of quail have been living in a bush in our front yard. The family is made up of parents and seven tiny baby...