Sometimes You Just Fall Flat on Your Face

  I remember the sidewalk rapidly approaching my face . . . or rather my face rapidly approaching the sidewalk. Gravity was not my friend at this precise moment. In about two seconds time the toe of my shoe hit the curb, my knee and hand hit the sidewalk, my bags...

Gather

The barn smelled of pine and eucalyptus. The fireplace had been burning for hours and it warmed the room with a soft glow of embers. The squash soup was bubbly warm and an afternoon of holiday baking filled the table with treats. Alena and Kelly arrived with more bits...

This is Your Brain on Nature

Last week I told a little white lie. I was late for a phone meeting — and I told the caller that I was running late due to a prior meeting that ran long than expected.  Sounds reasonable and understandable, but it wasn’t exactly, um, true. The truth was,...

We Are Family

…From the desk of Jayne Battey My dad, Arthur Lincoln Turner, Jr., is one of nine children. As far back as I can remember there were cousins, aunts and uncles sprinkled across every aspect of my life. There were the beautiful older girl cousins who I shyly waved...

Spring is on the Way

…From The Desk Of Jayne Battey I am in the greenhouse every morning now—or as I keep inadvertently calling it, “the nursery”. It’s an easy mistake, or perhaps the more accurate name. As I unlatch the little door each morning, I am greeted by the...