I may not have been born in the mountains, but my sister and I spent a lot of time there, as you may remember from my poems about our visits to Grandma Hatfield’s house. Those mountains remain in my spirit and my soul, and reside in my DNA!
In the field where I used to board my horse many years ago, there were fossils and artifacts galore. It was thrilling to find them! And these treasures told the story of the sea bed that covered North America millions of years ago, and told of the river that ran through the area thousands ofContinue reading “the time of ripples and tides”