A poem by David Wagoner, “Lost,” appeared in The Writer’s Almanac this morning. I want to share it, even though I don’t have permission to do so, and take the liberty of posting…
I love again seeing the bones of the trees. This Black Locust, just down the street and visible from my window, is a gem with its curling branches against the…
Temperatures yesterday morning were in the low 40s, the first such cold we’ve had since early May. Clearly changes are coming, even if more slowly than the calendar might suggest.…
I’ve been unable to post here for a couple weeks due to poor internet activity (full disclaimer: I was in the Grand Canyon!) and then to a computer I/O board…
One week ago the hillsides exploded with color that rivals Fall foliage, although who cares which is better?!
A much-needed soaking rain the past day and night. Cold now but still the hummingbird was buzzing around all morning causing the Pulmonaria flowers to flutter in the breeze from…
I love how part of me waits all the long winter for Spring and, then, when it finally arrives (April is still winter in Vermont!), it all happens so fast.…
We visited Montpelier Saturday—in Virginia, the home of James Madison! It’s been too long since the last American history class (1965) and so we had fun brushing up on the…
While I’m happy to be moving toward Spring, even if slowly, I’ll miss seeing the bones of the bare trees that will soon to be covered again in leaves. They…
One of the things I love about trees is that many live longer than humans so when I plant one, I’m planting it for my grandchildren or great-grandchildren. When I…
Still Learning To See 