
Walkin’ the blues away
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
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
Spring Ephemerals – in a rich forest near you.
Continue reading Spring Ephemerals
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?
My dad’s sister Mary had a parakeet named Rembrandt. An artist, of Irish descent and pretty enough to have modelled, … Continue reading Joining the old scholar’s club
Gathering data for Mountain Birdwatch, one of Vermont Center for Ecostudies’ Citizen Scientists projects. Our alarms sounded at exactly 3:45; … Continue reading Summer Solstice atop Mt. Equinox
Gathering data for Mountain Birdwatch, one of Vermont Center for Ecostudies’ Citizen Scientists projects. Our alarms sounded at exactly 3:45; … Continue reading Summer Solstice atop Mt. Equinox