Tag Archives: woods

Benediction of sunlight and lupines

Sunlight hummed its June song this morning, leaping up through branch after branch, attempting to climb higher and higher above the tallest poplar and maple and spruce trees. Sunlight beckoned me, too, c’mon lazybones, sleepyhead, upsy daisy, how about a … Continue reading

Posted in June 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 69 Comments

Quiet spring meditation in the woods

It sometimes takes a long time–a truly long time–maybe even years, or decades, or a lifetime–for one to learn how to truly become quiet in the woods. So quiet, so still, that there is no difference between you and the … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 60 Comments

The sideways tame chipmunk caper

Dear Reader, so much has happened since we last communicated, ‘way back in June of 2015.  Had I been blogging in August you would have met our tame chipmunk, a very sweet and sassy fellow who took over our hearts. … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 50 Comments

One bright magical shining leaf that was known as Camelot

Today I shall tell you the story of one bright shining magical yellow leaf. Before that tale births, may I share other stories of waves, sand, trees, autumn colors, and who knows what else? Last weekend we drove east and … Continue reading

Posted in October 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 37 Comments

The Green Man

I spend seconds, minutes, hours, days, watching leaves on our forest trees. Electric early-summer leaves in shades of velvet green and lime green and verdant green. Leaves fluttering. Leaves lying stock-still, not phased by any ruffling wind. Leaves kissed by … Continue reading

Posted in June 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 26 Comments


Last night Barry revved up the lawn mower.  The Husqvarna tractor chugged around the house, the blades trimming grass and clover and weeds and wildflowers, when–unexpectedly–I heard a loud crash. Barry continued to drive the mower over to the shed … Continue reading

Posted in June 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , | 31 Comments

Slapping mosquitoes, picking off wood ticks and welcoming spring

Happy weekend, readers. The last day of May beckons. I just slapped a mosquito here in the house, ending its short buzzing life. They rise in clouds in the woods, singing their blood-sucking songs.  Barry thinks I exaggerate about the … Continue reading

Posted in May 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , | 26 Comments