I just wanted to see more of the brook. Down my back hill to the west runs one of the numerous Connecticut waterways named Cider Mill Brook (doesn’t every town have one?). To be honest, the valley view is half the reason I bought the property. You’ve been treated to some of my animal neighbors […]

Meadow Wind Sitting on a low, broad stone today, looking at a hodgepodge of a stone wall and, beyond that, meadow, I am taken back to the solace of a childhood meadow in Vermont. My brother, sister, and I crossed a similar wall to get to it. So little was I that I was engulfed […]

Late April still feels empty here in the Dorothy Goodwin Reserve. We are poised on the cusp of spring, tree buds just beginning to pop. No migrant birds have yet arrived to fill the woods with warbler song. (I like these colorful yearly migrants: keep the border open.) Just one Red-bellied Woodpecker follows me, bagpiping […]