The Mississippi River begins at Lake Itasca in northern Minnesota. We like to visit when we can. I have snapshots of my younger self here. And of my daughter. And my grandkids. I think there is even a picture of my father long ago dipping his feet in this water. I like to imagine how…
I found this beautiful visitor on my doorstep this morning. As big as my hand. Bold yet delicate. Sadly very dead. He (yes “he”) likely lived only four days. Emerged, found a mate, did his duty, died. Not even a moment to eat. Nature certainly packs an amazing amount of care and creation into such…