red squirrel in snow


Another retrospective post in my continuing project to record this second pandemic year here on the blog, a year in which I’ve taken no trips

I Know Nothing Else But Miracles

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of

Wednesday Vignette: Changing of the Guard

12 November: Last mowing of lawn (actually chopping of leaves). As mower returns to shed, snowblower emerges from its long summer hibernation in the shed

Wednesday Vignette

The day after the vernal equinox, a crane fly is outside with the cold snow drifts, and I am inside, watching through delicate wings for evidence of spring. ____________________________________________________ (Wednesday vignette is brought to us by Flutter & Hum.)

Someone Was Looking

The garden motion camera — a source of wonder, surprise, and pleasure for me. I eagerly anticipate checking the photos it’s taken, which I do

The Dead Months

Go to the winter woods: listen there; look, watch, and ‘the dead months’ will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found

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