Call of the Frontier

Then there are some misanthropes who choose wet January days and creeks fifty miles from the lake.

Of flowages and fire

The fire rises from the wood-burning canister, licking the sides of the tea pot, reflecting a brilliant cloud across a black pool.

weeding

We strive to achieve perfection, every shrub and flower in its assigned place, looking its best, and nothing else crowding things and making a mess, nothing interfering with appearances or first impressions.

state of mind

Many of the watershed’s tributary streams support wild trout too – a situation that’s not widely known yet. Nigel and I don’t even know yet the extent of the re-colonization by coldwater fishes.

Global warming matters

Conjured imaginary fears have been favorite tools of dictators the world over, likely throughout the history of human civilization itself. This one has arrived on a record-setting scale.

Back out west

We’d be foolish to go anyway; surely all the summery sights of the tourist season had withered, clouds would be oppressive and rain more the rule than the exception. Maybe better to just stay in western Pennsylvania.

woodrise

Woodrisebooks.com is your portal to the mind of Cedric C. Keith. Hence, a read of the material presented herein will be a wide-ranging foray over the years to come, I’m sure.