woods | woods
Dec.16.2011
The temperature was 25 degrees and as I looked out of my house and into the darkness, I was reluctant to head to my favorite deer runway for another nine hours of sitting, waiting, and watching. Further thought may have had me back in bed, snuggled into the warmth of the...
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Mar.15.2011
Lately, I have been walking. My dogs have now learned that to get me to take them they must corner me against the door any door in the house. They watch me like a cat to mouse. Laying low and following me around corners outside bathroom doors. All to hike out into the woods where they will find...
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Dec.25.2010
A murder of crows, that is.
To say nothing of the three colourful blue jays which flitter and scream, plus an errant starling and the happy but intent sparrows. The chickadees are de rigueur.
Mr. Squirrel thus has much to contend with. To be fair, the crows were there first - with more of...
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Sep.06.2010
In some distant corners, the border bushlands of Botswana, for example, there are writers so unaccustomed to human contact that they journey into London for their book tours only to jump at sidewalk cracks, thinking puff adders are underfoot. Authors living in remote Rocky Mountain cabins built...
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Aug.25.2009
I'm not that smart.
It bothers me. Being smart enough to know you're not that smart is probably the unkindest cut. It's like being able to quote from the passage that uses the words "the unkindest cut" but not being smart enough to make it up.
My big ambition as a writer is to writer a...
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Jul.27.2009
A little flower. Some river water. Add a few shivering leaves. Lacy ferns. Herbs are nice if you see them. Small mushrooms add zest, if not shriveled by sun. There should be no trouble finding fresh ingredients. And no cooking experience necessary. Leave your chef at home.
Oh, and it’s best not to...
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Jun.06.2009
Sometimes I feel Nostalgia
for Places I was Miserable
Everyone operates out of fear. With her
hands, she opens up a hole in the earth
near the roots of the big maple. She lays
a silent bluebird in the hole, pats it.
In the movie version, she places a dried
geranium over the bird's eye -- its head...
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May.29.2009
We went to the woods again today. We've had a fair bit of rain recently, but today the sun was shining and it was quite hot. The good news is that the great tits are all doing fine. They're difficult to make out in this photo, as they'd snuggled up right at the back of their tree house, but they've...
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May.25.2009
This afternoon, armed with a picnic lunch and my camera, we headed back into the woods. I think it's pretty much safe to say that we are now obsessed with the place... it's hard not to be when it's so beautiful. There are so many areas to explore, and we're experiencing a real desire to learn more...
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May.22.2009
Having enjoyed our explorations in the woods a couple of days ago, we decided to go back this evening. The sky seemed rather grey and the wind was picking up, so we thought we wouldn't be gone for long, but once we were amongst the trees there was no wind, the sky was cloud-free, and an hour and...
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