Something to See by Chelsea Jandreau

Something to See by Chelsea Jandreau

Recently, I was talking to a friend and we ended up discussing the art museum she was visiting that weekend with another friend who had a membership there. Somewhere in this conversation she brought up a metaphor of sorts that was equally odd and fascinating. She made...
Woodchucks by Sarah Hatfield

Woodchucks by Sarah Hatfield

I used to live in Ohio, in a converted chicken coop. Yes, really, a chicken coop. Outside there was a huge Mulberry tree. I would climb up and gather the mulberries for muffins, salads, and snacks. One day, as I started to shimmy up the tree, a loud whistle startled...
In our own time by Katie Finch

In our own time by Katie Finch

In preparing for a monthly guided nature walk recently, I was reminded that things happen in their own time. Just two months ago, we were listening to bird songs from migrants that just returned north and admiring the fresh green of newly unfurled leaves. One month...
Gypsy Moth Problems

Gypsy Moth Problems

The skies were blue, but the gentle sound of pattering rain filled the forest where we were camping. This wasn’t the usual watery rain, but a steady rain of tiny bits of leaves and caterpillar poop raining down from the trees above. Caterpillar poop is known as frass,...