This is Mindtrip #3. Use your imaginations to the fullest extent to get the most enjoyment out of this.

This was written on 18 July 2011.

Hoot Owl Inn is a charming hotel, on a snowy town, on a starless night. Or is it just my imagination?

A tree in my backyard has had the leaves on it all winter and the leaves have voices.

The folk lore is that if ground hog doesn’t see his shadow and run back in his hole to hid that spring is just around the corner. Maybe so but I live way up north in North Country and I know, shadow or no shadow spring is still a long way off and there is a lot of wintry ice and snow and blow left to be had no matter what ground hog says. Read more…

A poem that I wrote in remembrance of a day that taught me a lot about life.

"…It was hard to know what to say to somebody like that." Sonya Hartnett, The Ghost’s Child.

In one month it will be Spring. The buds will come out. The flowers will bloom in Summer and we will not forget the miracles of winter and how precious hair that covers our heads to see the snow prepare the highlights.

Letting it all go at the end of another day.

Unusually mild winter has befallen this year.

A look at a cold day on the farm.