I'm in Maine this week along the southern coast in a beach house my parents rent each year for an all-family vacation. If you went to an East Coast summer camp, you would definitely recognize the place. It's all pine boards inside with slanty-floors. The bedrooms have peaked roofs and the deck sort of hangs … Continue reading A Wee Bit of Rain…
Where I grew up the natural world had only just been tamed; it still had its wild side. I spent my childhood weaving in and out of forests, tromping through marshy rivers and boggy backyards with a troupe of neighborhood kids. The woods were full of ferny kingdoms and gigantic rocks left behind by glaciers … Continue reading The Call of the Wild
Christa MacDonald 