The big surprise this morning was hearing, then finding a bittern, up in a tree of all places, near the south old old clay pit. It is...

With the daily routine of the morning ramble, I learn the natural rhythms in my piece of God's good earth. Everything has its place in...

A morning where I had to dig the felt-lined leather boots out of the stuff piled in the mud room (back steps). The bridge to spring is...