In which I am grateful for buttercups.
In which the mother, unsuspecting, disturbs a raccoon and Rusty comes to the rescue.
I went in a cave today. Those of you who know me are sitting there in either dismay or disbelief. I know. Me too. I am not a caver. In fact, caves pretty much embody all the things I hate most: cold, dark, wet, and muddy and feeling trapped. And ticks, which weren’t actually in… Continue reading Hold On to the Light