I hate to be cold. This is unfortunate because I’m cold most of the time. I’m that person who can’t go out, even in the summer, without a sweater or sweatshirt in tow. Being cold is on my mind a lot, especially now, when lovely Minnesota begins to turn into a monster that we call winter.
Don’t get me wrong—I love winter. I’m a big fan of celebrating the first snowfall, strapping on my snowshoes and tramping through the woods, and enjoying the beauty . . . → Read More: The Cold Truth About Being Cold
When I was a kid, my family celebrated Easter in a big way. My siblings and I woke up at an ungodly hour to check out what the Easter bunny had left us the night before. The usual fare was a colorful basket for each of us filled with chocolate bunnies, peeps, and best of all, lots of jelly beans. We would sample an alarming amount of candy well before breakfast, church, and Easter egg hunting.
While I loved all the different kinds of . . . → Read More: Licorice Whiplash
I’m an amateur photographer, and in my spare time, I love to tramp through gardens, woods, marshes, and other scenic landscapes capturing the beauty of nature. I am happy shooting pictures of migrating birds, close ups of flowers and bees, and wide-angle landscapes of mountains or rolling grasslands. Here in Minnesota, fall has turned our lush green landscape dotted with orange, pink, and purple wildflowers into fields of yellow Goldenrod. It’s a little ironic, that as beautiful as Goldenrod is, I have a hard . . . → Read More: The Healing Wisdom of Plants