Growing up in Vermont, I was well acquainted with hills and mountains. From our front porch, we could clearly see Mt. Washington, the most prominent mountain east of the Mississippi River.Read More
These cold, pollen-laden days of mid-winter make it difficult for me to spend much time out of doors.
I hear the birdsong outside my window and wonder. It’s a three-part trilling I don’t recall hearing before. The song is too enticing to ignore. What if it’s a new bird I’ve never seen before?Read More