Yesterday, I had the opportunity to go to Kleinhans Music Hall, located in the west side of Buffalo, for a presentation of “The Passion of Yeshua,” by Richard Danielpour. The construction of Kleinhans was funded by the federal Works Progress Administration during the Great Depression, and Kleinhans was opened as a concert venue on October […]

Yesterday, I found daffodils for the first time. The sight was jubilantly joyful and it made spring unfolding feel real. It was warm and the sun was sort of shining and I went out for a short walk to pick up food because I was headed to a different house for an overnight pet-sitting job.

Spring is my favorite season. Every time I see flowers open up and buds swell and burst on trees, I feel full of joy. The colors and the smells are so…. ahhh-chooooooo! Um. Oops. All right. I have to admit that I am allergic to tree pollen. And grass. And these come in abundance in springtime.

Height. Great height. Standing tall. I live in a culture that values height.  If you’re tall, you’ve got it all. Or so it seems to those of us who are small. What can I say? I’m not at all tall, and I’m not going to get any taller! So let’s talk about nonhuman living things

  It snowed yesterday and today. For a short time, the flakes fell furiously. Well, almost furiously. OK, well, in my overactive imagination, the flakes fell furiously. It’s April. What can I say? Spring is supposed to be unfolding. Was I watching spring refolding back into winter? Say it ain’t so! It’s baseball season! Snow,

During the winter, the winds howl and they knock weakened trees over. The trees land on the ground in the forest and they sit there for years. Other trees, especially ash trees, become infested with invasive insects. They die and they either fall over or they are cut down. Whether the tree has fallen over

It got warm today. And, after church, I suddenly felt a need to be outside, exploring nature and the wonders of the change of seasons. So, off I went to Buckhorn Island State Park. The park looks sparse. I wondered what was happening and soon had my answer in a sign that said that the

This morning found me at Cornerstone Church in Grand Island. I looked out the window and saw the stark landscape of late winter. The bare trees and the old, dried leaves by the tree trunks felt like desolation. The scene outside had been like that for months. But there was change in the air. It

While I wait for spring to unfold, with colorful flowers and buds on the trees, I may as well take the opportunity to talk to you about something that you can do to help your garden grow better. Well, actually two somethings: composting and vermiculture. The purpose is the same, to produce a healthy soil

This morning, I noticed a crocus growing in my garden area. It was open and I could see the lavender petals and the bright yellow center of the plant. It was delightful to see. After a winter that felt as if it would never end, anything growing from the ground felt like a miracle. A