springtime 3

I’d always wondered what woodland flowers had to do with morels and fishing. I’d also marveled about how robins knew when to return north or questioned why certain mayfly imitations…

If only I had the patience of trees; if only I let time inch me, push me, stretch me ever upward, defying gravity’s pull. My demand for instant responses mocks…

While April first brought April Fools’ Day with all of its jokes and gags, the foolish part of the first of April was not its primary value for me.  It…