At Home on Upper Beaver Creek shares the joys of living in the Methow Valley in Central Washington State. Christine Kendall and partner, Jack Kienast, moved onto their twenty-acre property in 2012. The seasonal account told in prose and poetry looks through the windows of their house where a bobcat or moose might come to visit. Christine and her dog, Gus, let the reader tag along on walks through the property as it changes from winter to fall. Close by, Twisp, Washington may not have a stoplight, but Christine and Jack find a creative community of poets and artisans whose love of open skies inspires imagination and days that fill with wonder. In At Home on Upper Beaver Creek, the reader accompanies poet Christine M. Kendall a she wanders the Methow Valley landscape in North Central Washington, accompanied by her dog, close observing flora and fauna, taking notes like a curious naturalist, pausing to ponder, then looking up in wonder, the senses alert to the ever-changing-seasons. These poems carry a clear and simple joy, which in our era of worry and distancing transforms into genuine solace. -- Peter Donahue, author of Madison House and Three Sides Water. In At Home on Upper Beaver Creek, Christine Kendall shares her wonderment at the cycle of the seasons. From her home in Central Washington--a landscape of ancient glacier-scraped, boulder-strewn hillsides, forests, and fiercely nourished homesteads--she shows us the "hierarchies and appetites" of eagles, and ravens, of torrential rain and fire. J.I. Kleinberg, Co-editor, Noisy Water: Poetry From Whatcom County, Washington. At Home on Upper Beaver Creek, begins with the scree of a Red-tailed hawk, a call "like bells ringing the angelus for prayers, / a singing bowl or gong for meditation calling us to pause." . . .In "Covid-19 Days and Kildeeer," she writes, "if we must / shelter in place." This book of poems, too, is a sturdy shelter, inviting us in, urging us to make ourselves at home. -- Bethany Reid, author of Sparrow and Body My House Christine M. Kendall is a septuagenarian poet who lives in North Central Washington's Methow Valley on twenty acres by Upper Beaver Creek a few miles out of Twisp, Washington, a town without a stoplight. Ms. Kendall moved many times in her early years as an Air Force dependent, but her father's family had deep roots in Washington State, where she also put down roots until a need for more elbow room took her and her partner and their dog to the Shrub Steppe. Ms. Kendall still spends much of her summers in Bellingham, Washington, for the salt air, greenways, and good friends. Nothing can dislodge her from the Methow in the winter, where she discovered she loves the snow and takes great delight in creating paths on the property, wearing snowshoes to do so for walks with her Goldendoodle Gus. In other seasons she reads, gardens, writes poetry, and meets with good friends for coffee to discuss what's right in the world and occasionally what is not.