A Year in Nature
A Year in Nature: December 31
At the end of the year, I often find myself thinking about how we mark the lives that have mattered to us. In winter especially, when the ground is quiet...
A Year in Nature: December 31
At the end of the year, I often find myself thinking about how we mark the lives that have mattered to us. In winter especially, when the ground is quiet...
A Year in Nature: December 30
I’ve been paying close attention to my mood these past couple of days. There’s an idea that shows up often in Stoic philosophy, the belief that a person’s sense of...
A Year in Nature: December 30
I’ve been paying close attention to my mood these past couple of days. There’s an idea that shows up often in Stoic philosophy, the belief that a person’s sense of...
A Year in Nature: December 29
During the summer, I grow flowers not just for the garden, but for the winter months ahead. I cut some blooms with the goal of drying—strawflower, statice, everlasting daisies—and hang...
A Year in Nature: December 29
During the summer, I grow flowers not just for the garden, but for the winter months ahead. I cut some blooms with the goal of drying—strawflower, statice, everlasting daisies—and hang...
A Year in Nature: December 28
One chilly winter morning, while we were still living in the suburbs, I bundled up my tiny son in his stroller and stepped outside with my husband for a short...
A Year in Nature: December 28
One chilly winter morning, while we were still living in the suburbs, I bundled up my tiny son in his stroller and stepped outside with my husband for a short...
A Year in Nature: December 27
This year has felt like a year of pinecones, mostly due to my son. Everywhere we go on the farm, my toddler and I have been stopping to pick them...
A Year in Nature: December 27
This year has felt like a year of pinecones, mostly due to my son. Everywhere we go on the farm, my toddler and I have been stopping to pick them...
A Year in Nature: December 26
In the heart of winter, when snow lies deep and soft, I find myself following the same little network of footpaths again and again. There’s the walk from the house...
A Year in Nature: December 26
In the heart of winter, when snow lies deep and soft, I find myself following the same little network of footpaths again and again. There’s the walk from the house...