The morning of the first frost
The garden went silver overnight. A few notes on what survived, what didn't, and why the kale seems happier than ever.
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Walking the marsh loop at low tide
Three miles, two herons, one very muddy pair of boots. A slow walk along the old dike path.
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Why I still carry a paper notebook
On pencils, rain, and the habit of writing things down before they disappear.
One night at the lake, and a gear list that finally works
After years of overpacking, a short overnight walk to the lake with a pack I could actually lift. What I took, and what I would leave behind next time.
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The first warbler week
Every spring there is one week when the trees by the river suddenly fill with small, fast, yellow birds. This was it.
Learning to read the barometer
An old aneroid barometer, a notebook, and a winter spent trying to guess tomorrow's weather before checking the forecast.
Notes from the Christmas bird count
Eight hours, one small count circle, and a list of species written in pencil with cold fingers. A day as a citizen scientist.
Small observations from trails, gardens and the edges of town.