Outside my window is a whole world of Piedmont Carolina woods. Tulip poplar, red maple, loblolly pine, sweet gum, water oak, eastern red cedar, persimmon, winged elm, sweet sassafras, black cherry . . .
These are the vertical lines that measure my daily life, teach and inform me. They house scarlet tanagers and cuckoos and screech owls, mourning doves and common grackles and white-breasted nuthatches. They go about their seasons, changing all the time. They inspire me, settle my soul, give me a living laboratory of infinite variety.
So I dedicate my first blog to the trees outside my door, dear and close at hand.
I’ve had a writing life since I was 17. I hope this site will be a home for my words (How about stories in the parlour, how-to advice in the kitchen, poems on the front porch? Can’t wait to see what ends up in the bedroom and the attic.)
Anyway, I’m going to populate my house. Come and visit. Tell me what you like and what you don’t, collaborate, confer, confab: let’s make community.
I’ll start the tea and pull down the whiskey. See, I like this already too much.