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Nature Scribe: When Winter Comes
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Sunday, December 21, 2014. My winter comes in autumn. It does not come with cold. In even the lowest temps I cover everything but my eyes, venture out, and each time am delightfully reminded of my own warm-bloodedness. We humans carry our own climates inside. It does not come with snow. Then, on the winter solstice, it’s spring as far as I’m concerned. The w...In their dens...
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Nature Scribe: June 2014
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Saturday, June 21, 2014. I am convinced the universe speaks each night through the amphibians, their voices so extraterrestrial:. Gray tree frogs like planets hit with tuning forks; the whirring toads a lunar wind (were there one); the peepers, each, a lost world. One insect and one fowl are dummies too for this ventriloquist:. I have seen them around before:. Wisconsin rec...
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Nature Scribe: October 2012
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Sunday, October 14, 2012. A man walks by your bench along the Capitol Crescent Trail in Bethesda, Maryland, population 61,000, seven miles from Washington, D.C. You can’t tell if he has a limp or a swagger. He clutches a tissue in his right hand like a small storm he is trying to contain. 8212;or “False Acacias.”. You are embarrassed for him. 8220;I can go higher! You passe...
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Nature Scribe: July 2014
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Friday, July 4, 2014. Oh, salamander, how your cool weight warms. Sometimes I think if I was hungry enough I would swallow you down. Four times this season I have found you under this same log, though many times I have knocked and you were not home. But it is you who lifts me on this Midwestern summer mid-morning, too cool, even, for mosquitoes. With spots like tiny suns.
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Nature Scribe: December 2014
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Sunday, December 21, 2014. My winter comes in autumn. It does not come with cold. In even the lowest temps I cover everything but my eyes, venture out, and each time am delightfully reminded of my own warm-bloodedness. We humans carry our own climates inside. It does not come with snow. Then, on the winter solstice, it’s spring as far as I’m concerned. The w...In their dens...
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Nature Scribe: March 2014
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Tuesday, March 18, 2014. My dog sat sniffing, her piercing predator’s gaze fixed on the valley, as if she had something important to do. I didn’t get the memo. So I lay on my back on snow that has melted and refrozen day after day to form a hard pack, snow shoes no longer necessary. The temperature was rising now, in the evening, though the day had been cold. Likewise, in s...
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Nature Scribe: April 2013
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Saturday, April 20, 2013. Last week, a large flock of white birds alit across the road from my house, each bird like a single feather, circling slowly down on a coil of unseen currents in the air. A small temporary lake of snowmelt in the empty cornfield was their resting place. Four finch-sized birds, two of them with orange rumps and breasts and caps, the other two olive-...
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Nature Scribe: November 2013
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Wednesday, November 27, 2013. One night a few weeks ago I dreamed of turtles along a path I walked in a strange wood, a dirt-floored forest absent of leaf litter, which revealed them easily, one after another. They looked like wood turtles, their pyramidal scutes smoothed by age and river gravel and lodging under branches, lines of muted orange showing through. Stephen Hawk...
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Nature Scribe: July 2015
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Saturday, July 4, 2015. Every time I look at you you’re chewing. 8220;What’s that in your mouth? 8221; I’ll say. Just ten months old, you respond with a closed-tooth grin. Once, before your nap, I pulled out an entire dandelion leaf, which you were chewing like gum. We’d been inside for nearly an hour. You’ve also sampled the wispy seeds and the flower. Your favorite by far:.
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Nature Scribe: Ode to Salamander
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I only went out for a walk, but finally decided to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir. Friday, July 4, 2014. Oh, salamander, how your cool weight warms. Sometimes I think if I was hungry enough I would swallow you down. Four times this season I have found you under this same log, though many times I have knocked and you were not home. But it is you who lifts me on this Midwestern summer mid-morning, too cool, even, for mosquitoes. With spots like tiny suns.