Last night on my way home from work I was thinking about wild spaces in city landscapes and how easy it is to under-appreciate them. I'm not really talking about public parks. I mean the patchy little areas of scrub trees left to grow wild along the roads and highways to provide sound barriers between the houses and the cars speeding by.

In early November, I was able to visit Oregon again. Since I was seventeen or so (yes, a long long time ago) and first visited Oregon when my long distance boyfriend lived there on the Columbia River Gorge Scenic Highway, I’ve considered it to be my heart space.

No one knew how the tradition started. But every year, in the last hour of the last day, the elder rabbit of the dell would thump his back feet against the bark of trees, and against the cold ground.

Hello children, no matter how young or how old. I would love to tell you another tale in the tapestry that is the story of Klaus and Ingefaer, otherwise known as my husband and myself, otherwise known as Santa and Mrs. Claus.

I wanted to share another DIY I did this holiday season. As you all know (I hope) my version of Mrs. Claus is an apothecarist or wise woman from Norway who brews up magic potions to help Santa and the Christmas spirit in general.