Treasures in the woods

“Nature will be reported. All things are engaged in writing their history. The planet, the pebble, goes attended by its shadow. The rolling rock leaves its scratches on the mountain; the river, its channel in the soil; the animal, its bones in the stratum; the fern and leaf their modest epitaph in the coal.” Ralph … Continue reading

The pace of nature

The Harvest Moon is shining tonight and tomorrow, with equal parts day and night. As the sun sets, the moon rises, and the days keep getting shorter. Tonight I heard flocks of Canada geese flying overhead, and as darkness fell the crickets started singing. The nights and mornings have been cool, around 8 degrees Celsius, … Continue reading

  • "Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door."
    - Emily Dickinson



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