What a Fall it has been, and we still have Red Oaks and Tamarack to go! Here are a few images from the daze I was in during the weeks of glorious…
As leaves fall and cold clear nights arrive, so does the timeless sound of geese flying south. When I hear them, I always take time to stop and marvel.
It is easy to look at the scenery of Vermont, especially in the Fall, like it is just another pretty picture in a tourist magazine. Why? Because it really looks like…
A dozen years ago I planted a Ginkgo tree in the yard. It has become a gorgeous tree, single-stemmed and thirty feet tall. The fan-shaped leaves are a delight anytime…
My good friend and hiking pal, Michael, regularly comments about some of the magnificent scenery we see on our walks: “That’s why I live here!” We are so fortunate. Though,…
I was thrilled yesterday morning to find a beautiful, golden leaf on my doorstep and later in the afternoon to find another, this one dried and brown but of the…
I visited my old friend, a stream in Middlesex, last week—one I’ve been to hundreds of times. The water was very low and what was there was filled with fallen…
My wife and I have always loved the line from wonderful spoof play, Spamalot, “I’m not dead yet!” Many see Fall as the end of the lives we greeted in the Spring. One…
The past few weeks have unfolded into one of the most spectacular Fall foliage seasons I can remember in the thirty-six years we’ve lived in Vermont. And that is not to…
One of the benefits of having my computer die this week (fully backed up but still a pain) was doing a bit more driving than I might have to get…
Still Learning To See 