It was a week after our arrival in Australia that Vilis and I realized that the short, densely-foliaged trees forming tangled borders along the Ross River and Ross Creek, beside which we walked or ran...
At home in Nova Scotia, a windbreak of eastern white pines borders my yard, the trees having grown from sturdy saplings into robust giants during the nearly twenty years my family has lived on the pro...
Two huge paperbark trees on my street are in blossom, pumping out waves of ‘boiled-potato’ fragrance and attracting hordes of nectarivorous (nectar-feeding) rainbow lorikeets. The lorikeet...
At dawn, moisture dripped onto our tent in a campground in the village of Eungella beyond the borders of Eungella National Park. Not rain, the drips spilled from tree leaves above, fallen accumulation...