by Darcy Wiley | May 11, 2015 | Fresh-Cut Flowers
We step out from under the canopy of trees to an open expanse of rock, a solid place to stand and admire the formations over our heads. At the side, creek water rolls over boulders and skitters through, continuing its slow chisel into the earth. I tip my head back,...
by Darcy Wiley | Jul 25, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
Crumbly leaf, rough bark, helicopter seed. We filled our bag with bits of nature. All our friends around us did the same, racing to check off finds on the list. Farah staggered down stair-stepped roots to the creek, looking for one last thing, a shell. There, a...