Echo From the Hills

It was a beautiful snow while it lasted; it draped the hemlock boughs in shawls of white and covered the...

January is taking leave of us, slogging through the sloppy mud and leaving muddy footprints behind. A gray, overcast sky...

Winter continues moving along with more wet, cloudy days and mud everywhere. I always called the month of February the...

Pilot Knob glows like an amethyst in the last slanting rays of the setting sun; the whole mountain is bathed...

More than 75 years ago, a little girl with skinny blond pigtails is waiting for Christmas. It seemed the day...

This is the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I...

I lost my oldest friend the day after Thanksgiving. She was six years old when I became aware of her....

As we prepare the food for the Thanksgiving feast, the mind keeps drifting back to earlier times; Thanksgivings of long...

Is this our Indian summer? The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but...

  All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of...