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I was a child of the wild. Not that I did crazy things, although my penchant for climbing trees up to their tippy tops might be crazy. Rather, I spent most of my childhood days when I wasn’t in school in the wild. My playground was the forest, the streams and the meadows that surrounded my house and ...Continue Reading
I have been waiting until the sweeps of cold weather retreat to the north and we are once again on the spring schedule. Certainly the grass and weeds growing in my garden don’t seem to care what the temperature is, but my roses and other perennials suffer when the temperature dips. The leaves are ...Continue Reading
It’s no secret how much I love spring. It’s by far my favorite season, and I look forward to it all winter with fervent expectation. This year, because of the alternating cold and warm spells, spring is slower to reveal its abundance, which is fine by me. Someday I would like to repeat a trip that ...Continue Reading
As spring unfolds in the Piedmont, I’m keeping a sharp eye out for any change in the weather, budding leaves, and wildflowers on the forest floor. This year, with the spate of cold spells alternating with warm days, you would think the understory and trees would be confused. “Do we send out shoots ...Continue Reading
As we take our first steps into March, the world is slowly coming alive. Even though most of the woods and meadows are still wearing their winter brown and gray coats, new life is slowly appearing. Tiny green flowers emerge on the tree branches, leaves of the bloodroot are unfurling decorating its ...Continue Reading
