Curations from the Human Jungle
The Outside Story By Laurie D. Morrissey In early spring, a reddish haze appears in the woodlands. With most deciduous trees still dormant, the red maples are living up to their name. Their awakening buds lend color to a gray landscape and signal that spring is coming. I love watching the steady progression of red... Continue Reading →
Sandy and I began our lives together at The Parsonage, located on Gilead Brook Road in Bethel, Vermont. We're not similar people at all. The phrase "Vive La Difference" gets invoked a lot in this household. She's a perfectionist. I am, to use an Italian word that I can't find in Google translate, brucchiamata. It... Continue Reading →
[It's Mud Season in Vermont. It has come early and with a vengeance. Town Meeting Day (first Tuesday in March) has come and gone. A lot of school budgets got voted down around the state.) Vermont became the first and only state to choose Haley over Trump, but all the local talk is of sap... Continue Reading →
[Sex is in the air at this time of the year. Birds are twittering, frogs are singing, and the doe is emerging from the woods with fawns, the result of last fall's rut. As the great primates that we are, we might as well get in the swing of things. SB SM] https://chasingnature.substack.com/ by Bryan... Continue Reading →
Best of the 'Gest ... Welcome to Mud Season. People get ugly just after town meeting. You still haven’t lost the weight from the holiday. You still can’t get out to exercise. The town report came out and listed YOU in the delinquent tax payer column. And the road between your house and the paved... Continue Reading →
Maple’s Other Delicacy by Meghan McCarthy McPhaul Helicopters. Keys. Whirligigs. Samaras. Whatever you call the winged seeds released by maple trees, here’s one more word for them: delicious. Like many New Englanders, I have fond childhood memories of dropping maple “helicopters” from a height and watching them twist and twirl down to the ground. My... Continue Reading →