The dance of life
I woke up late, exhausted by another week of slogging through the mire as a slave of commerce. My heart and my mind were already in the woods, but my body required extra rest.
I woke up late, exhausted by another week of slogging through the mire as a slave of commerce. My heart and my mind were already in the woods, but my body required extra rest.
En route from San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico, to the Monarch Butterfly Sanctuary in neighboring Michoacan we share…
The ice is gone from the lake, the buds are swelling, and the days are longer. Go out into the garden and brush away some leaves or dirt and behold the emerging buds. These buds will turn into lush growth in just a few weeks.
I often visit woodlots where it’s clear that some active management, often through the strategic harvesting of trees, would benefit the health and resilience of the forest, the quality of wildlife habitat or some other important objective.
New life is everywhere. Sometimes we have to slow down to see it: snow fleas bounding across the dirty-white canvas of melting snow or hepatica leaves peeking from beneath leaf litter.
The monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus) has been in the news recently. The populations of these colorful and much loved butterflies have declined 90 percent in the past 20 years, and people are alarmed. Why has the monarch disappeared, and what can we do to reverse this trend?
Even us whacky ice fishermen who love the cold barren environment on the frozen lake, share a certain affinity for the second Saturday in April. Known in some circles as the “Glorious Opening Day of Trout Season,” for many of us it is simply the celebration of swiftly flowing water and the hope of hooking up with nice holdover rainbow.
Foresters, homeowners, local leaders and environmentalists have few choices when confronting the emerald ash borer (EAB). The damage wrought by this exotic beetle, first detected in Michigan in 2002, is devastating.
Houseplants are the bane of many very accomplished gardeners. Perhaps there should be a bumper sticker—Houseplants: Compost Them.
The Nature Conservancy owns and manages the 365-acre Raven Ridge Natural Area, spanning the towns of Charlotte, Monkton, and Hinesburg.
While there is still plenty of winter left and days by the fire go on, I’d like to suggest some reading inspiration for you. I hope to revisit many of the books and magazines my garden has benefited from over the years. Sometimes catalogues are good reading as well.
Consider the pleasure of being on a Vermont trail: Long Trail, VAST, Catamount, Town Link Trail or Charlotte Park and Wildlife Refuge, Burlington Bike Path. There’s the beauty, relaxation, wildlife and fresh air. There is also an economic value. How do we calculate the value of outdoor recreation to the State of Vermont? And how can we help to maintain these assets?
Come join the party! All are welcome—just make sure you have your fishing license!
Do you need a garden oasis about now? Someplace quiet and filled with plants happy to see you? You…
Youth Lacrosse. Players in grades 3 through 8 will participate in the US Lacrosse league and will need a…
At the National Western Stock Show in Denver, which runs for 16 days each January as it has since 1906, big is on display. In exhibitions and competitions and for sale are irrigation systems, hay balers, cowboy boots and hats, belt buckles, “concealed carry” purses, Dodge Ram pickups and cow washing stations (keeps the flies at bay and improves hide quality).
Somewhere encoded into our DNA is an appreciation for forests with evenly spaced, uniformly sized trees and a completely bare understory. If you identify with that idyllic vision, you’re not the only one; most landowners I meet picture healthy forests in that way.
Gardening is always an act of faith and hope, but looking at both the thermometer and snow and ice, well, it seems preposterous that we will have the abundance of flowers, fruits and vegetables ever again. We will.
Indulge me for a moment and allow me to write about the same topic as last month. I am obsessed. It started off innocuously, like a mere sniffle at the beginning of a common cold. It soon developed into a fever pitch with me tossing and turning in my bed at night.
“The medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy that focused on the attempt to change less valuable metals into gold, to find a universal cure for disease, and to discover a means of prolonging life indefinitely is called alchemy.