Goldfinch

  A female goldfinch weighs less than an ounce and she is so much part of the sky there’s air in her bones. She never has a moment of thought for her own beauty. I could praise the sharp golds and blacks of the male goldfinch, the show in the flash of his wings, and … Continue reading Goldfinch

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Every so often, somebody at the farmers’ market makes the mistake of commenting on how great all this rain must be for the crops. I do my best not to frown thunderously in response. It’s been an incredibly wet year, bordering on our wettest ever. After an embarrassingly long time searching for the exact measurements … Continue reading Rain, Rain, Go Away