Sometimes you get to see an entire life cycle, to feel as old as a mountain as forests rise and fall at your toes. At our house this meant watching a pair of red house finches build a nest under…
It died where it lived, among the blossoms and leaves of our garden. It’s a thrill to be so close to such a small delicate thing that normally speeds around the garden in a blur, faster than our human…
How do you explain death to a child when you understand so little about it yourself? Last night I found myself struggling to come up with an easy way to broach the subject with my daughter, a three-and-a-half year old…