From the Mountains above the Applegate River

          For forty years I single-handedly kept the Canadian bull thistles from taking a foothold on the gravel road I live on. I dug up ev...

          My sister Laura Martin blogs at naturebasedblog.com. Last week she wrote about not being able to travel with her husband this yea...

         After Mike died, I thought immediately that I wanted to swim in a mountain lake, but until recently weather and circumstances prev...

          The next ceremony for Mike's ashes, after the spontaneous ritual I did at Azalea Lake (see post on June 21, 2020), was with f...

            Earlier this week I drove 12 miles up a gravel road to Greenstone trailhead for a seven-mile hike on the Jack-Ash trail. The tr...

Bone of your bone Fire of your blood Ash of your flesh      Next week I will have a small ceremony at my house to scatter some of M...

Bear grass. (All photos by Stacey Romney)           With its foam-like spikes of tightly packed, tiny blossoms, bear grass is the white...