Thankfully, the eagle was a perfect excuse to cut my walk short. By midmorning the temperature had risen to only 7 degrees, and though it was the day before the big storm, there was still several inches of snow at the H. E. Preston Sanctuary from the last one. No path to follow. The Little […]
Up at three AM on January 3, one of my bad nights, with the Super Wolf Moon glowing so brightly through the shades that I just have to look. The snow is that neon blue color, decorated with gold glitter. Black tree trunk shadows crisscross the yard; it’s easy to see the sinuous dark line
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Today’s tale sounds like it comes directly from interstellar travel, or from the 2000-year-old heart of Christianity. Can you die – exhibit no organic activity, suspend the laws of biology, then come back to life as good as new? Our protagonists do. They are hidden now, close by. As Robin Wall Kimmerer writes, “Oblivious to
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Irene reflects on a rejuvenating walk in Bradley Buchanan Woods, appreciating nature’s beauty and the importance of sharing access to outdoor experiences with all.
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I have heard my last cricket. The hard frost sometimes comes in October, but this year the temperature dawdled just below freezing for many nights. Fall finally gave up in mid-November, and with it the last tree crickets. Before then, the few remaining fiddled on during sunny days as if it was still September. Deer
The year or two after I graduated UConn felt aimless even as I worked. It was a struggle to fit into America after my emotions and ethics had been put through the ringer by LBJ and Nixon. I don’t speak much of those times. Several of us camped in the forest off Mason Road together
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