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Autumn is the seasonal gala, when nature adorns herself in a flash of warm color before falling asleep under a blanket of winter. Ellie and I were both asleep last Autumn. She was too young to see the sunset of falling leaves, and I was too ill to go outside and revel in my favorite... Continue Reading →
Summer is long over. The lingering days of warmth faded into an early morning chill that warned of autumn creeping over nature. If summer is the peak of warmth and winter the peak of cold, then autumn and spring are the transitional seasons. The tweeners. I don't particularly like being hot because I love tea... Continue Reading →
Growing up, my mother used to tell me stories about people who went on nature walks. They usually ended with small children huddled together against the cold in an abandoned car, while the parent wandered boldly to his death in the mountains, searching for help. These stories were probably meant to instruct me to make... Continue Reading →
R. C. Svendsen 