The Virtues of Being Close to the Ground
I stumbled today on Kim Hannula’s delightful blog, in particular her post about hiking with her four-year-old son: He pointed to something that looked like white hairs on an over-excited yeti. Fibrous ice crystals, holding up pebbles and leaves and bits of frozen dirt. Every shadowed spot was covered with them, when we stopped and …
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