The Glimmering Miles of It

I’m like those birds, keas in New Zealand, who collect the shiny objects: I go out in the world, certain things glimmer at me, they resonate with something inside me it could be the waiting room of a veterinary clinic, an overheard moment of conversation, the way the light is coming through the trees. Whatever … Continue reading

Sense of Place

Things one is likely to see on a Sunday morning run in this valley: A group baptism in the New River Mating June bugs A lone┬ápair of eastern bluebirds successfully defending their home from swallows A single Barbie stiletto boot Mulberry trees heavy with ripe fruit An ethnically diverse group of men – and now … Continue reading

Mute Dancer

I am sure that my friends have long tired of my obsession with this one very small creature, but I can’t get over the rarity: As of today, our rufous visitor remains with us. I hadn’t seen him in more than a week, and assumed, as I have erroneously assumed a number of times over … Continue reading

A Space Filled with Moving

Just five days earlier, I had written here: I am not-so-secretly hoping they will make another stop here, if they found their way south after leaving (though based on the indignity of the banding, I suspect the female may do anything possible to forget this place exists). It’s tempting to think that our home may … Continue reading

Noiseless & Patient

I’m not sure who noticed them first, but they are hard to miss. My first sighting was while walking out the door a few mornings ago. A thread had been attached to the door frame in the middle of the night and I tore it free with my exit. This particular Neoscona crucifera, a Hentz … Continue reading

Retroactive Remembering

I’m tempted to cheat on this blog a bit here, because I really ought to date my entry for May – when, according to the scribbled words in my notebook, this actually occurred – but really, it’s September and I’m only now getting to this. It was a summer of too-muchness, and things that mattered … Continue reading

Presently the Floods Break Way

Bisset Park is reopened (though many of us had been using it anyway) after the epic January flooding, and on Sunday we took Petie & Pepper to the dog park there for the first time since. While the city has cleared away all the debris, it’s stunning to see how much the landscape has been … Continue reading


What happens when you give two children cameras on a mid-winter afternoon hike through Wildwood Park? This happens: 268 new photos (a great many of which are of the ground and/or a certain child’s sparkly light-up sneakers) and two dead camera batteries. It’s amazing to me that, in a seemingly empty, dormant landscape, children are … Continue reading

The Smallest of the Tiny

Mid-October, I glanced out the kitchen window at the flurry of morning bird activity at our two feeders. At this time of year, our visitors are the usual and unsurprising suspects: Carolina chickadees, tufted titmice, cardinals, wrens and sparrows (LBJs, “little brown jobs,” birders call them). But then, something else I thought I saw: the … Continue reading

A Flash, Ahead of Creation

Perhaps they are of a time, as DH Lawrence says: Before anything had a soul, While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate, This little bit chipped off in brilliance And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems But this year, they were late, by three days (from last year’s entry). And I … Continue reading