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I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Fallen Skeleton

               The first bitter storm of the year shook the trees, making them dance against a blue sky. Through the night, the temperature dropped while stars shimmered. The wind howled, trees swayed. In the middle of the night a crack and pop woke me. The tree fell and it rumbled the ground. As the sun rose, clouds blanketed the sky. With warming weather, I took a walk in the woods. On the top of the hill I found an ancient long dead, but recently fallen. It lies like a skeleton now and the horizon has changed.

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