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Somewhere, the stars shine. I cannot see them. Clouds hustle across the night sky. The wind blows hard, bending the late summer boughs. Earlier, I watched the field wave like water trying to reach shore.... More »
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JULY WIND Something pattered against the screen. The wind, I thought, rattling its bars, or a sudden evening shower. I saw nothing, so continued doing nothing. Then, the nothing became a bat fluttering to the... More »
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DUST It takes thirty years to accumulate an inch of soil. If you stood still, stopped moving right now, what year would it be when you disappeared under dirt? With every breath we breathe in... More »
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We recently got a home weather station. It measures temperature, indoor and out, humidity, wind speed and direction, and offers a forecast for the next 24 hours. Once I got it set up and mounted,... More »
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GEESE AT NIGHT Late, I lie awake, the darkness outside thick with wet snow. It is early October. Beneath the night, leaves wear autumn. Branches bow, as if to welcome winter, or surrender to it,... More »
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I left the house at 6:30 AM yesterday and got back home about 11:00 PM. It was a long day. It was a good day, spending a day with a group of ninth graders in... More »
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When we moved into this house, a clothes line was installed on the north side of the garage. It is a pole with four arms extending upward; the four arms are connected with a series... More »
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I have heard the term "low hanging fruit" quite a bit lately, most often in regard to global warming. It seems to be in vogue. Here is an example from a New York Times opinion... More »
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This morning I walked out in the mist. Walking down the driveway I felt increasingly colder. Just the drop from our house to the road, then to where the road crosses the river, means a... More »
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When the sun shines on the grass just getting thick, and the lilacs just beginning to blossom, and the red and yellow tulips spreading their petals, and the smell of damp earth carried by the... More »
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