Out of Season
There’s something about finding a single wild strawberry in autumn, ripe for eating. It’s a late bloomer, a tortoise, a valiant effort, a Rocky, an …
There’s something about finding a single wild strawberry in autumn, ripe for eating. It’s a late bloomer, a tortoise, a valiant effort, a Rocky, an …
The tree is as huge as a Greek column in the Doric style. Buried for three hundred million years, it emerges from the cliff …
The path is so overgrown that I have to cut my way through with long-handled pruning shears. When I look up, an abandoned nest is …
Overnight, a small pond has been transformed into a large one. Trees stand knee-deep in water, unable to wade to higher ground. This slow drowning …
For many years I have mourned the loss of swallows from farmyards; but this night, no barns in sight, the hundreds and thousands of flickering …