Ode to Wildlife Snags
Long live the forest in all its glory of young and old, of dying and dead, of…
Long live the forest in all its glory of young and old, of dying and dead, of…
Sometimes you have to shake it up. Lie on your back and gaze up at the clouds. Turn…
This river is my happy place. I come here alone to the Imnaha and am renewed…
Last Saturday, I met a man who reminded me of three famous people in one—Johnny Appleseed, Henry…
Great gray owls have a cozy relationship with mistletoe.
Everywhere I turn in springtime, the world is greening, unfurling, flowering, blossoming, and bursting upward from the…
The contrasts are startling. Emerald green bunchgrass and bright yellow blooming arrowleaf balsamroot rise up from the nutrient-rich…
Mason jars filled with the sweet gold of maple syrup line the window sill of Sandra’s…
My friend Sandra Murphy is greeting spring in the Vermont forests in an act that few of…
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