The Painted Rock

I live about 4.5 miles outside of town, in the woods. There is a small lake and a big rolling meadow in walking distance from our house, a perfect little walk for the dogs and me. In the middle of the meadow is a big rock, a glacial erratic left behind about 15'000 years ago. … Continue reading The Painted Rock



The dogs were outside enjoying their last sunbath of the day. Linus sitting regally on the blanket L. had spread earlier in the day. Phoebe had plopped down unceremoniously in the dirt next to the blanket, belly up towards the warmth of the sun. L. and danced around each other in the kitchen, he was … Continue reading Coon