So many shocking and depressing images from hurricane aftermath. One way to channel anger and sadness is to pitch in and clean up. Another is to continue to engage the natural world. It’s been a fine year for mushrooming. A basket of Chanterelles and a rotting Black Cherry tree with Chicken Of The Woods:
During our recent heat-wave it seemed the only humane thing to do was immerse oneself or parts thereof in a cool body of water. I prefer the running type, either for a full-immersion pool or a slow amble among rocks and splash. Some of these places seem suitable for the Gods and are havens from…
After months (mid December-mid April) of not seeing the ground, it appears as a revelation around here, and I find myself entranced by the ghostly beauty of last year’s dead and rotting leaf-litter, holey logs, all manner of other dead plants, and the occasional animal bit, all before the bursting green profusion just starting now….
As I approach the Fitch Maple sugar hut, steam rolling out the unsheathed upper ends, earth, wood, water, fire and metal are working in concert and I hear gentle conversation coming from within. I bid greetings to Judy and Bernard and am glad for a warm welcome from them and the arch (fire-box) on a…
A month ago I snowshoed to “Mary’s Pond”, a beaver pond I frequent all year long. I lay down in the fresh light snow quite comfortable at about 17F(-8C) with my heavy wool coat, a stadium seat under my bum, and a cracking view out from the Spruce and Hemlock. I might have fallen asleep…
