A Year in Nature
A Year in Nature: December 25
On Christmas morning, my husband surprised me with snowshoes. Later in the day we stepped out together, fastening them under boots and heading into the quiet of our forest. It...
A Year in Nature: December 25
On Christmas morning, my husband surprised me with snowshoes. Later in the day we stepped out together, fastening them under boots and heading into the quiet of our forest. It...
A Year in Nature: December 24
I’ve been thinking lately about how nature meets us at very different scales. Some days, it’s right in front of me. A white breasted nuthatch moving headfirst down a bare...
A Year in Nature: December 24
I’ve been thinking lately about how nature meets us at very different scales. Some days, it’s right in front of me. A white breasted nuthatch moving headfirst down a bare...
A Year in Nature: December 23
Walking outside today, I noticed how the snow holds memory. Footprints from days past lingered in drifts, some crisp and clear, others softened and fading. Coyote tracks curved through the...
A Year in Nature: December 23
Walking outside today, I noticed how the snow holds memory. Footprints from days past lingered in drifts, some crisp and clear, others softened and fading. Coyote tracks curved through the...
A Year in Nature: December 22
This morning’s walk reminded me how quickly winter can change. Overnight, the temperature warmed more than I expected, and when I stepped outside at dawn the air felt softer, almost...
A Year in Nature: December 22
This morning’s walk reminded me how quickly winter can change. Overnight, the temperature warmed more than I expected, and when I stepped outside at dawn the air felt softer, almost...
A Year in Nature: December 21
As an adult, life can sometimes feel like a long series of rules and responsibilities. There are dishes to wash before resting, meals to plan, children to care for, work...
A Year in Nature: December 21
As an adult, life can sometimes feel like a long series of rules and responsibilities. There are dishes to wash before resting, meals to plan, children to care for, work...
A Year in Nature: December 20
Even in the quiet of winter, there’s a pull to plan, to anticipate, to look ahead. While my garden sleeps beneath the snow, I find myself sketching next season’s beds,...
A Year in Nature: December 20
Even in the quiet of winter, there’s a pull to plan, to anticipate, to look ahead. While my garden sleeps beneath the snow, I find myself sketching next season’s beds,...