Hope springs eternal in the gardener’s heart. At the end of June – a month later than I had planned, but delayed by weeks of cold, wet weather – I planted onions and potatoes held in cold st...
Erithezon dorsatum. Quill pig. Porky. This morning, I looked out my kitchen window and once again saw the large porcupine which, within the past week, I’ve frequently seen trundling across our l...
At 9 a.m., beneath drizzly skies and cloud battening down unseasonably warm air, I checked on the skirted stinkhorns I discovered yesterday. The fruiting stalk which I had presumed to have erupted in ...
Like a damp shroud, fog and drizzle obscured clear views of autumn-tinted trees this morning. A duck in flight was a silent, winged torpedo, its body a blurred silhouette smeared by mist. A flock of a...