Fruits of Our Labor (Fantasy) The tree might be a hundred years old. It suffers from an old injury to its base. I consulted three arborists. One said it was a hickory, and would never recover. One said it was a locust tree. Trash. Not worth saving. One confessed outright …
Eye Rock (Fantasy) I can see her grinding, rhythmic, stone on stone. Making medicine from herbs. Making food. Making memories: first, for those she served, memories of good meals, surrounded by good friends, celebrating a good harvest; second, for those she never met, memories of a time when baking bread …
Seed of Doubt (Estimation) A rock. A maple seed. A tiny leaf. Not all that much, is it? Okay, so I’ll tell you a story, instead. We bought a house, (a true story, by the way), a modest, graceful Victorian that hasn’t changed much since it was built in 1871. And …