I’ve mentioned the times my family spent at Grandma Hatfield’s house in Kentucky, and at Great Grandma Ratliff’s, and one of the main features of playing with our cousins was wandering through and skipping rocks in Blackberry Creek. The creek was right across the street from Grandma’s house. I have joyful memories of time spentContinue reading “Blackberry Creek (McCarr, KY)”
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”