Winter slumber is upon us,Songbirds packed and gone.In cozy dens beneath the snow,Drowsy creatures sleep.With stark winter simplicity,The trees show their bones.Some of us must remain awake,Stars and owls and me.We stand a watch for those others,While we wait for Spring.
My father built the bench when my husband and I bought our first house. He had some oak left from a project, and put the bench together quickly. Too quickly, he always said: One board on the seat stuck up slightly at one end. The first person who sat on the bench would sit on […]
