It’s a brittle morning. The cold, ushering in the season of winter, has arrived full force. As I step out of the safety and warmth of my home, the wind wipes my face with a brutal blast. Do I really want to take a hike? I take several more steps into the cold air and feel the answer. Yes. Of course!
Notes from the Land: The Rut
It’s a quiet morning. The pre-dawn sky is milky white with scattered clouds. The air is that delicious briskness of late fall. Standing silently at the edge of the pond I slowly pan my gaze from left to right, looking for any movement, any sign of the diurnal world waking up.
Gathering Seed
We have arrived at the moment of fullness in the seasonal year.
The natural world has reached a zenith in terms of growth and productivity.
Peak Season
We have arrived at the moment of fullness in the seasonal year.
The natural world has reached a zenith in terms of growth and productivity.
The Fullness of Summer
We have arrived at the moment of fullness in the seasonal year.
The natural world has reached a zenith in terms of growth and productivity.
