This tree, taken by the National Geographic folks, is 3200 years old. It had already been alive 1200 years when Jesus walked the Earth. It lives in Sequoia National Park in Southeastern California, or thereabouts. It’s been named “The President.” Not really sure if that’s the name I would have chosen for it. Or what it … Continue reading


Good morning!  Here’s what it looks like as I write to you. I’m going to miss this lovely little view. Our cozy cabin in the foggy redwoods.  One week from today, Mr. Al and I will be in our new home, with two folding chairs, an inflatable bed and the Kuerig coffeemaker. I’ve got my priorities. Two … Continue reading Reflections