This short story is based on a ancient oral story past down for many generations. It describes the origin of the little brown song birds that migrate up to the arctic for the warmer months. They are quite plain these birds, though their origins are not.
One of my projects this winter will be compiling and organizing information and photos for a 'Anaktuvuk guide to plants' thing I am putting together, which is going to take me years and years but you have to start some where right?
I hinted a bit in a earlier post about my journey into planting my own garden this year. A couple days ago I actually bought seeds.
The weather has become ridiculous lately.