by George Jacobi Sometime in mid February, winter will blink, grudgingly admitting that the longer days mean spring is winning. Despite dirty snow still banked high along roads, increased trickles of ground water rising at a benign 52 degrees will initiate ice melting in the shallowest parts of shallow ponds, bogs, and marshes. These days […]
No better place to start than this: I speak for the trees. The Lorax (Dr. Seuss) During the silent stillness of January, tree frogs sleep, snow fleas leap, black bears ready themselves to give birth, and maple buds ready themselves to grow red. Here are some more quotes to feed our souls and warm our
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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
