It’s a quiet morning. The predawn sky is milky white with scattered clouds. The air has 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.
Restoration 101
It begins with the idea of possibility.Â
A piece of land becomes available. We go to the land and walk in, full of questions and ideas.
Is this landscape being overrun by buckthorn, honeysuckle or other invasive species?
Spiders: Creatures of Change and Creators of Art
If you happen to go for an early hike on a dewy morning at Stagecoach Prairie, you may notice beautifully woven orbs of white glistening in the morning sun.
Easing Into Autumn
It’s happening slowly. A little more each day. The pulsing pace of summer and all her activities are slowly giving way to the more subdued rhythms of autumn.
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.
