Last Saturday was the first substantial snowfall that we've had all season. To herald the occasion, I was out of bed by 5AM, shoveling the sidewalk by 5:20 or so, and on the road by 6:30. I would have left much earlier, but you can't get into the preserves earlier than dawn, and the sun... Continue Reading →
All is still. Then you hear the breeze. You hear it before you see it, and it's felt before it's seen. Somewhere in the distance, in the treetops back behind you. Moments later, off to the side and up the trail, you notice the smallest of branches and leaves in the thinnest of saplings begin... Continue Reading →
"It is in the wilder spaces, of scrub and deadfall, where you'd rather not tread. In these places you find wonders." - We must balance our need for order with the natural order's need to be wild. "…skimming the leaves atop the understory…(birds)" Small flocks of five to seven chickadees chatter and fuss and pursue... Continue Reading →
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