Author: Alyce Faye Bragg

Day fades away as evening shadows deepen, and white mist shrouds the side of Pilot Knob. Night is falling in

Mild and gentle May has spread her green skirts over our hills, and ushered in a delightful season of budding

Out in the forest, the May apples are unfurling their fairy umbrellas in anticipation of April showers.  They have been

Minnie and I went out looking for spring yesterday. We knew she had arrived; the calendar said so, and the

LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING By William Wordsworth   I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I

March may have come in like a lamb, but he was wet, cold and sort of disgruntled at being sent

Snow has become the dreaded word that shouldn’t be uttered in polite company, but it is a definite fact that

Weak sunshine tries to warm our hills today, but is thwarted by bitter wind that sways the birdfeeder to and

After a spectacular snowstorm which tested our endurance and pioneer fortitude, the good Lord has sent us a few days

MY CREEDTo live as gently as I can;To be, no matter where, a man;To take what comes of good or