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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
Each of us goes to the forest, the mountains or the beach for different reasons. I go to admire the Creator God’s work and to spend alone time with Him. We live in a world that bombards us with information — the sound of texts coming to our phones, emails arriving or another layer of sound playing ...Continue Reading
In the last blog, I described growing up in the country. I have fond memories of climbing and playing games under the many trees that surrounded our property. Sometimes the neighbors’ yards also held irresistible trees. And the acres of forests that surrounded us provided endless days of ...Continue Reading
I grew up in the country in a white clapboard farmhouse built around 1900. Both ancient and sapling trees filled the twenty-seven acres surrounding our home. I spent my days playing among these trees and climbing them. They bordered brooks where I would make dams and look for pollywogs, minnows, ...Continue Reading
