There is a road across the grassland and I still go there for stories. I suspect that everyone needs a road or trail or special wild place that makes them so glad to be alive.
The photos are mine and Jaime Kahn’s and taken on the road across the grassland. Happy New Year, my friends!
In the early 1990s when this story and song came about I was poking around the West Branch starting at Ajo Road and north...
I had a chance to use the word didymus when describing the seed pods of Menodora, but forgot, so here: the common name twinberry...
I grew up in the land of the black walnut, Juglans nigra. And if you grew up in the eastern US, then you did...
