Stumps are a window into the life history of the tree that left them behind.
Author: jinjerstanton
Jinjer Stanton is a yoga teacher in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She is also an amateur naturalist and photographer. It is Jinjer's passion in life to observe the world and, if she can manage it, make sense of it.
Real or Not Real: A Catly Transformation
A cat changed color and size. A sleek little cat (all black), went behind a trash can out by my garage and came out the other side bigger, and mostly white with grey tabby spots (I had been calling her “Lacey.”). I was gazing out the back door, without any particular focus, when the little…
Real or Not Real: Lovage
I don’t know whether the temperature actually lowered or my ability to handle the heat improved.
Holiday Blessing: 2020
How are you feeling without all the normal holiday noise and activity?
Herbal First Aid for Stings
It’s probably growing in your yard already and you’ve been striving to rid the lawn of it. You might be glad it’s there if you get stung!
My Brave New World
Up until now, my creative efforts have been tucked in at the edges of life …
Contemplating the Brave New World Being Built as We Speak
All of the realizations each of us experience are going to have a profound impact on our post-Covid world. I can’t help speculating about how things will shake out.
The Darkest Season: Solstice
What happens if we are cut off at this season from the noise and laughter. What if we are alone come Winter Solstice or Christmas or Hanukah or Kwanzaa or …
Being Alive During the 60s
“I wonder what it was like to be around in the 60,” he said casually, peering at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m taking this history class . . .” Not an active question. I tried to respond, but I couldn’t pull together a meaningful response. So I started thinking about it…
Summer solstice: the season of light
… and heat … There seems to be a lot more subtlety about winter solstice. There is the darkness through which we must search for meaning. There is the hoping and looking forward to the returning of the light. But with the summer solstice it seems like everything is just out there: open and on…
