Anyone who lives in groundhog country will have a woodchuck tale or two to tell. Growing up in Kentucky I sure did. At the University of Arizona in ’67 or ’68 the first poem I wrote for my freshman poetry class was about groundhogs. Sad, but true.
Anemone tuberosa is truly a harbinger of the spring to come and I talk about this sweet early bloomer every February. 
The photo of the Anemone tuberosa is mine. And below you’ll find a book highly recommended by the local school librarian. “It’s quite informative and considerably lighter in bed.” She should know…we sleep together.
I was wondering if I talk about dock (Rumex hymenosepalus) every spring, so I looked though my notes. Well, not every spring, but almost....
My made up morning melodies are not nearly as amazing as the songs of a curved bill thrasher, but they help me begin the...
This is an episode about hearing my heart beat. I initially was going to talk about the noise made by ORVs, ATVs, SUVs and...