By George Jacobi Spring will come again, they tell me. Right now, though, it’s shockingly cold. A once promising summer vanished in a bleak November, buffeting me with gusts of biting wind. The hope that sustained me for that long warm season faded fast. Homeless and harried in my own land, I’ve lost my stability […]

by George Jacobi I gaze across the late summer Fenton at the glittering schist and garnet-infused wall of the Grist Mill. On the little beach below my feet, last night’s raccoon tracks and a lethargic green frog. Not a dramatic scene, this cozy nook has an evergreen grove, a meadow, a pond, and some local […]

by George Jacobi Joshua’s Trust doesn’t preserve much meadow acreage (there isn’t much left in CT), so for us, midsummer’s botanical color is enjoyed along sunny open roadsides. And we drive by them, paying scant attention. But summer’s wildflowers sometimes have stories to tell. One of those common colors, according to Peterson’s Field Guide description […]