Summer in the Garden

I realized the other day that I hadn’t posted since June. It’s summer in Maine, and the last thing that I want to do on a beautiful day is sit inside, so I thought that in lieu of a long blog post, I’d instead share some photographs that illustrate the summer so far. While it’s…

Mud, buds, and connection

Awaiting the budding of trees, boots caked with dried mud from the last woods walk to see what was sprouting, I sit inside remembering the feeling of summer on my skin.  Early in the morning, the birds are lively outside, their songs pulling me out of sleep.  The tree outside my office is showing the…

Magic in the woodlands

This morning, the sun was shining and the air was warm. It felt like spring after yesterday’s snow/rain extravaganza. I was grateful for the bright, clear day and looking forward to a foraging trip along a marsh in Scarborough. It has been a while since I worked my plant identification muscles, and I couldn’t wait…

Quiet reflection/gazing forward

The wind roars in the trees around my house. The light is beginning to dim; its orange glaze covering only the tops of the pines and maples now. Earlier, as I sat bundled up with William Powers’ book 12×12, I found myself reflecting on this place I have begun to settle into. I know the…