I have walked this

I have walked this south stream when to believe in spring was an act of faith. It was spitting snow and blowing, and within two days of being May … But as if to assert the triumph of climate over weather, one ancient willow managed a few gray pussy willows, soft and barely visible against … Read more

The life of the

The life of the wood, meadow, and lake go on without us. Flowers bloom, set seed and die back; squirrels hide nuts in the fall and scold all year long; bobcats track the snowy lake in winter; deer browse the willow shoots in spring. Humans are but intruders who have presumed the right to be … Read more