"Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!” Humbert Wolfe, British poet There's not much left in the garden. But, it's enough to sustain life through these last days, weeks of the season. A handful of cosmos, a butterfly bush, a bit… Continue reading Enough to face the killing frost
“She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.” James Thurber, The White Deer This morning, when the light was still low enough to be magical, a family walked down the sidewalk outside our house and headed for the school bus stop. Oddly enough, they all had four legs. The kids at the… Continue reading Accommodating critters
My last straw?
“Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.” Jimmy Carter, Christian, American president Things started innocently enough. I did an interview with the teacher of an elementary school class that was asking local restaurant owners to call it quits on plastic straws -- à la… Continue reading My last straw?
Listening to the season
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.” Charles Bowden, American writer Some people keep elaborate sports rosters in their head. Some know all the words to Broadway tunes or whom various Kardashians are dating. I know seasons. It's an internal game that started the year I was 22 and a brush with bad… Continue reading Listening to the season