One Morning

One Morning “With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a … Continue reading One Morning

The Last of the Ice

The Last of the Ice The other day the lake was glass and all was still. The world was rejoicing in the sun’s warm rays and that winter was almost gone. I pulled out my canoe and went for a quiet, serene paddle. No one else was around and it was quiet. In a nearby … Continue reading The Last of the Ice