In the roaring wind and blowing snow last night, many of the remaining Red Oak leaves came down. I wondered on my walk home—snow horizontal in weather wonderfully undeniable—what their total…
Just as I opened my eyes this morning, the flock of pigeons flashed by, splashed in the gold of the rising sun. Snap! A mind picture. A good time to rise! A…
I spent many hours as a child chasing butterflies. I’m afraid many of them ended up chloroformed and pinned into a butterfly collection in the “museum” my brother and I…
Still Learning To See 