“As for me I am a child of the god of the mountains.” (Gary Snyder)

The other night we arrived home from supper at the pub in Egmont and saw this bear standing under the big crabapple tree below our vegetable garden. The bears come every year for the crabs that grow on branches too high for us to reach. Sometimes it’s a sow with a cub or two; she’ll… Continue reading “As for me I am a child of the god of the mountains.” (Gary Snyder) →