My love of our Mother Earth has deep roots. I knew my grandmother only as an old, stern woman. But, long after she passed on, among old family papers, I found a poem she wrote about her love of “The Mountains” (see below.)
Her son, my father, took us camping every summer, as his family did when he was young. He studied the very essence of earth – her blanket of soil that nurtures all life. (He was a soils... Read More
