I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

Sunday’s Thought

“So friends, everyday do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the World. Work for nothing.” –  from Wendell Berry’s poem Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front  and if Jim Wilson’s rock garden is not enough to...

Trotting with a Sympathetic Dog

This morning, after noting that his left leg still has some cycling muscles, but that his right leg is a sorry looking little hunk of flab, Chip said, “well, it’s good to go through these things now and then, because it reminds us how good shape we can get...

Chip Update

Since you are all no doubt wondering. He’s doing great, but bones take time to knit. I’ve got him on nettle tea and Arnica, and salmon and garden greens, and rest. We both read Legends of the Fall the other day, and it’s fun to talk about the same...

A Little News

So, I’m trying to get it together a bit, but this care-giving thing takes time. Still,  there are a lot of important meetings happening (just as the rain and fog have quit, of course.) But if you can pull yourself away from work, chores or sunshine for an hour...

Sunday’s Thought

“The man who worries morning and night about dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving dandelions.” L.H. Bailey, Manuel of Gardening, 1910

A Cat in the Hat Kind of Day

As in too wet to go out to cold to play ball.. so we sat in the house and did nothing at all. Actually, I had a long walk in the rain with a friend who had been at a family funeral down south while Chip and I were doing the trauma-hospital thing in Seattle, so it was...