Sometime twelve to twenty thousand years ago, this familiar boulder ceased its laborious inching along under a retreating wall of ice and came to rest on a south-facing cliff between what would become Mohegan and Nipmuc territory. I can’t see our future. I can barely see my own past. And this after seventy-plus years and […]
The barberry and bittersweet thin out as we get further from the road, replaced by ferns and hemlocks. Automobile noise is supplanted by bird sound. A flock of robins surround us and complain; “Tut tut tut”, a sound that has been perfectly described as disapproval and annoyance. “Don’t you try anything, humans.” Invisible chipmunks too
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(sorry, I couldn’t resist. Dunham Pond was for me what Walden was for Henry David.) -Bob Kortmann A few weeks ago, I received an email in my inbox from Bob Kortmann. Not all the emails I receive from unknown individuals are kind so I was pleasantly surprised when I opened Bob’s email and he wanted
Some of us in the May nature writer’s workshop took that day’s drafts and re-worked them later to share here. We’ll do another workshop in September, at a new spot, for those whose schedules interfered at the last minute – and all interested others! Under the partial shade of a sugar maple I sit on
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On Google Earth it looks like a shag rug. Deep green, a hidden oasis surrounded by modern civilization. I circle the margin, trying to become part of that world of shallow water and thick Atlantic Cedars. And I fail. It’s closed off to non-avians; I bet a tick would struggle to survive. The bog is
This Red Oak in my front yard is in the prime of its life. My favorite tree, it’s been the home to many an Oriole family and shades my house all summer long. I saved it from Gypsy Moths in 2017 and 2018 only to have it hit by lightning in 2019. Aargh. Look again
All Things Must Pass Away Read Post »
