To call them berries really is blasphemy too bitter without help of cinnamon, cloves, molasses these cranberries hanging in frosted bunches bagged to be boiled milled and canned this collecting, this pushing through dense brush down grown over logging roads, this speaking of the words hey and bear this balancing act of supermarket and backyard … Continue reading Anything I can put ketchup on
Horse-Chestnuts
Back in Portland after a month working in Juneau followed by a week in South Carolina low country and Finn couldn't wait to get back to the playground. I was excited to see a few of the tell-tale signs of Fall along the way including some freshly fallen, thorn armored, horse-chestnuts. When we got to the Couch … Continue reading Horse-Chestnuts
Jonas Lamb 