Cold, yes, and windy, but I could not resist. Barr Hill in Greensboro. Just lovely.
I’ve had lots of practice this winter seeing what color snow is. What? I thought snow was just white! It certainly can be and often is bright white but it…
On February 9th each year, if the skies are clear, the planet has tilted enough that the sun briefly finds its way back in our kitchen window after a months’…
I find I’m often stuck in a small part of the real world I think I can somehow control or, perhaps, fully encompass. This beautiful snow coming down this morning,…
I am still learning to see and most days I also feel like a giant failure! Seeing the natural world involves peeling back layer on layer and the time to…
Thank you to my young friend Kate Spring for sharing this Mary Oliver poem in a recent blog, a blog I encourage you to follow as she is a wise…
Though I do my best to see as much of this amazing world as possible, I know much of it goes unseen, every day. Even an hour in a gray,…
When the first snow covers the ground deeply, it is clearly a line crossed. That happened this week, as it often does by mid-November, as well as me crossing the…
Winter often comes to the Arctic in small steps with new falling snow and temperatures cold enough to form ice as clear indicators of its imminent arrival. This formation of…
In Vermont we enjoy talking about the weather because there is usually a lot of it and, honestly, sometimes not a great deal else to talk about. Spring has been…
