by Deb Farris | Nov 13, 2022 | Musings, Nature, Poetry
it’s mid november when everthing is painted in muted tones with textures still defined before the snow falls—a good time to hike! we drove to kettle moraine this past week, when it hit the 70s! todd took the day off. we stopped at fiddleheads in cedarburg first for...
by Deb Farris | Oct 27, 2019 | Musings
The sound of the leaves squished beneath our feet. We had passed out most of the Trick or Treats before we snapped on Fannie’s harness and leash then walked the ravines still finding others to...
