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December 14, 2018

Low sunlight paints the sallow earth. The trees and bushes scrape, bare, against the wind. Before winter solstice pulls the sun back to us, we are stuck in the unraveling. Long nights. Rain against moss. Cloud-muffled starlight. 

Here in Oregon, winter is green, brown,...

January 14, 2018

Every year, around the Winter Solstice, I know there will be buds on the Indian Plum bush. You have to look closely to see them, but they're there, tightly furled and reddish-brown at the tips of the branches. By the end of February, the buds are obvious--long and brig...