Keep an eye on the rhubarb as it quickly pushes out of the ground, bold, fearless of freezing nights, a reminder that spring is truly here. It is time for pie, sauce, and rhubarb crisp from what the old timers called "pie plant" and what Pa called nature's "spring tonic."
I enjoy spending time in the woods, away from the barrier of walls and windows. Among the trees, I am close to nature--a part of it, not apart from it. I go to the woods to think, to clear my mind of the burdens of the day, to cultivate the humbleness that comes from standing among century-old trees. I go to the woods to renew my humanity, to contemplate my place among all nature's creatures.