With just enough ice to support her twenty-three pounds, she came running down a hill becoming airborne, her beagle ears flapping in the wind. Continue reading Walkin’ the blues away
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears … Continue reading Summer remembered
Wens never listen, brave headstrong wrens. Continue reading Poem to a wren
For lack of a more suitable place, I hung an earthenware birdhouse—actually, just a hollow clay ball with a hole … Continue reading Troglodytes and humans
apologies to Sting Sequel to a septuagenarian’s guide. April 22, 2021 My friend and neighbor Randy Coffin, long ago rode … Continue reading I am a Vermonter in New York
A Septuagenarian’s guide to on-line dating April 1, 2021 (apologies to Gabriel Garcia Marquez) A year ago, as he finally … Continue reading Love in the time of COVID
Spring Ephemerals – in a rich forest near you.
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I have been wondering if a story about sex might not ease our worries for a bit. Please forgive my … Continue reading Sex and the Secret Life of Ferns
Migrating birds and migrating humans. Are we ready for winter? Continue reading Changing times~ will you stay here or fly south again?
When hiking in the woods in May, I instinctively look around the base of ash trees. Sometimes in a … Continue reading Have you hugged an ash today?