Culture | Lifestyle | Philosophy | Seasons

Snow Storms and Omicron

“It snowed. It snowed all yesterday and never emptied the sky, although the clouds looked so low and heavy they might drop all at once with a thud.” — Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek And then the snows came. If yesterday’s post was about the distinct lack of snow in the region, this morning…

Poetry | Seasons

A Moment With Snow

Aren’t there momentsthat are better than knowing something,and sweeter? Snow was falling,so much like starsfilling the dark treesthat one could easily imagineits reason for being was nothing morethan prettiness. — Mary Oliver, Snowy Night I know I have some readers in other parts of the world where snow is a distant memory or an impossibility….

Music | Nature | Philosophy | Seasons | Walking

Whispers in the Woods

Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods?And everything there feels just as it shouldYou’re part of the life thereYou’re part of something goodIf you’ve ever wandered lonely through the woods– Brandi Carlile, Phillip and John Hanseroth, Have You Ever It’s hunting season in New England, and bright orange is the color of choice for…

Travel | Exploration | History | Seasons

Through Fields of Cotton

Driving through the Carolinas on back country roads in harvest season, you’re struck by the endless miles of ripe cotton greeting you. With many crops, you look at it and wonder what it might be when you’re flying by at 50 MPH. Not so cotton. You know immediately what this crop is. You’ve been wearing…