Basswood – Best for Wooden Bass
Contributed and written by Paul Hetzler After receiving my first pocket knife at age eight, I wasted no time in launching my career as a sculptor. How hard could it … Continue reading Basswood – Best for Wooden Bass
In, around and beyond our village
Contributed and written by Paul Hetzler After receiving my first pocket knife at age eight, I wasted no time in launching my career as a sculptor. How hard could it … Continue reading Basswood – Best for Wooden Bass
we looked around our sparsely furnished apartment, and for sure, there was something significant that was lacking. Something that every home really needs. A Table….
Continued nature series written by Paul Hetzler One of our more unusual native residents has an adorable face, makes welcome mats out of their own poop, openly carries weapons, and … Continue reading Speak Softly and Carry a Sharp Quill
…my deepest wish for everyone in 2025 is to find that “Safe Home”.
We are always pleased to welcome new voices to the blog and today particularly happy to introduce a fresh new series that celebrates the beauty, wonder, and intricate connections of … Continue reading Welcome to our new blog series: Exploring Nature with Paul Hetzler 🌿
What can you say about a 10 year old dog that died? That he was handsome and exuberant. That he loved food, long walks in the woods, Steve and me. … Continue reading A Dog Called Rio
As I sat by the window, one ear still tuned to the conversation around me, the differences grew ever more apparent.
Nestled neatly in these painted Hills, Wakefield, is so much more than just a place. For many, it is a sanctuary; a quiet heartbeat where nature’s rythm aligns with our … Continue reading Home Sweet Home
I could imagine the raindrops, dressed in white tutus, twirling high on their toes, performing with Mother Nature’s perfection and beauty. I was enthralled.
I dream a drift of daisies, swaying peacefully in the summer breeze.
joy isn’t actually a problem, in fact it’s absolutely necessary as a balance to the darkness of these times
I opened my smile and surprisingly, from somewhere probably around the edge of my tonsils, a powerful and somewhat beautiful sound emerged. And, unbelievably, it even felt like the noise I think I was supposed to be making.