The plants are talking to me. "Oh Laurel," they say, "We're so glad you decided to sow us and let us grow, but when, oh when will you plant us outside? We're stuck in these small cages, the soil's only inches deep, we need room to breathe and stretch our leaves wide." "Don't worry," I … Continue reading the plants speak
Now another summer gone / I rise each day on my own / I drive the grey diamond coastlines / And I walk whichever way the wind blows / Writing songs for my new Luna guitar..
Winter is ending. Tomorrow’s equinox marks a turning point in the seasons – here in Fairbanks we’re now receiving just over 12 hours of daylight, gaining nearly 7 minutes per day. The night sky I have grown so accustomed to gazing at these last six months will soon vanish, as the sun overtakes the sky, … Continue reading Goodnight Stars