And so they continue... routines of staying home and doing things like gardening, yard work and baking, of taking long rambles with Beau in ...

As time went by, I realized that the particular place I'd chosen was less important than the fact that I'd chosen a place and focuse...

This week's word is radical, a natural choice for this madcap season when greenery is popping up all over the place, and we are thinkin...

I am a leaf-dance in the woods. I am the green gaze of the ocean. I am a cloud-splitter in the sky. I arrived robed in red out of nowhere an...

There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew. Marshall McLuhan

Dutchman's Breeches ( Dicentra cucullari a) One can barely see them at reduced photo size, but draped along the stem and flowers in the ...

Turn off the lights. Go outside. Close the door behind you. Maybe rain has fallen all evening, and the moon, when it emerges between the cl...

The world outside is still dark, and the village is a collection of indistinct shapes and muffled sounds. A waning yellow moon is visible b...

Swiftly the years, beyond recall, Solemn the stillness of this fair morning. I will clothe myself in spring clothing, And visit the slopes o...

Siberian squill ( Scilla siberica )    One day, there are deep snow drifts everywhere. The next day, the snow has vanished, and little green...

Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world t...

White Crocus (Ice Queen)

An atomy is a tiny part of something, a minute particle.  Scientists once thought atoms were the smallest possible units of the physical uni...

The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist wit...

When we plant a tree we are planting ourselves. Releasing dolphins back to the wild, we are ourselves returning home. Composting leftovers, ...

As I started off on the Friday ramble this week, the word that came to mind was patience, although I have already written a ramble on that w...

Purple Hepatica ( Hepatica nobilis )

like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me th...