A subtle but lovely new experience— I can only imagine delivered by a warming planet. This morning I was greeted by a hundred silky spider threads hanging from a tree, each gently blowing in the wind and covered with snowflakes.
Michael reviews the many moods of changes during Fall.
Michael details how he spent his 4th of July.
By Michael Suchorsky The cemetery I pass on some hikes has one grave in which the occupant was born during the French & Indian War. I like to keep that in mind when I consider my sense of place. I weave through the same heavy underbrush and bog that Indians and the earliest trappers negotiated
As of November 11th Winter touched Andes. I started only the third fire of the season, which coincided with my bringing in a couple of heads of cabbage, plus using the last of my summer tomatoes— impressed that 95% of the 100+ green cherry tomatoes I had picked ripened on the windowsill.