JoAnn Mar 12 Written By Roger Thompson Yakona Nature Preserve JoAnn Barton “Forests humble, nurture, and renew me. Each encounter with giant, elder spruce is a gift that nourishes my spirit. Some command respect, others invite me close. Do they detect my presence? Since childhood I’ve longed for a pathway of communication with trees. I ceaselessly “listen” for them to share their witness to the passage of time. The ancient ones are a beguiling reminder of how meager and insignificant a human lifetime truly is.” — JoAnn Barton Roger Thompson
JoAnn Mar 12 Written By Roger Thompson Yakona Nature Preserve JoAnn Barton “Forests humble, nurture, and renew me. Each encounter with giant, elder spruce is a gift that nourishes my spirit. Some command respect, others invite me close. Do they detect my presence? Since childhood I’ve longed for a pathway of communication with trees. I ceaselessly “listen” for them to share their witness to the passage of time. The ancient ones are a beguiling reminder of how meager and insignificant a human lifetime truly is.” — JoAnn Barton Roger Thompson