I was working in my garden when I learned that my friend Joel had been killed in an avalanche. I had just dug a hole and was preparing to place a daylily inside of it; my children were playing with the compost next to me. My daughter was “helping” by tossing dirt into the hole as quickly as I could dig it out, my 18-month-old son was mixing the compost into a glass of orange juice and drinking it. It was a lovely morning. Read more
