I’m watching the birds build their nests. They pull a stick from here and moss from there, tucking them in carefully, weaving to a pattern that only they see. Often they renovate last year’s nest or someone else’s. They create a new enterprise from… Continue Reading “Gratitude”
“If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes,” oldtimers in New England have long said. Last week it snowed a foot. Today, the thermometer read 85 degrees in the broad middle of the afternoon. And with that first blast of heat, Spring plain… Continue Reading “On Oxbow Pond: Welcome”