One recent weekend, my son and I again survived a brief stint as bachelors.
Read MoreThere are few more gladdening sounds than that of the spring peepers, and once again I am glad in these first few days of April.
Read MoreWithout belaboring the point further, we are just plain sexy.
Read MoreA tunnel in the trees is just that I suppose: a hole, a place in my mind, a memory.
Read MoreYou don't see them all that often, but there usually is one around nearly every country place, lying in wait.
Read MoreA lot of things would be different without mirrors.
Read More"Your mind’s playing tricks on you," my wife tells me every February.
Read MoreCan there ever be enough singing?
Read MoreIf you stop to think about it, some remarkable things have been loosed on the world from backyards.
Read MoreInto the kitchen came a laundry-basketful of puppies
Read More…there on the green expanse of lawn below was the storybook villain, Mr. Fox,
Read MoreThe news came over the radio.
Read More…birds play in our lives beyond just gladdening the occasional face peering through the window. It seems, at times, we even speak in bird talk.
Read MoreA snow shovel was just about the only means of making a living in the winter when I was a kid
Read MoreIt was a very fast, scary and sincere thing that we did.
Read MoreI would never want to live in a house without a fireplace, no matter what its reputed drawbacks.
Read MoreZero and below temperatures have a powerful effect on me in the morning.
Read MoreMy, my, my, my, my, what a handsome fur coat it was, but my withered wallet was wholly unequal to the impulse taking shape.
Read MoreChristmas was coming; time to cut a tree; all that was needed to complete the picture was a fine pair of geese.
Read MorePerhaps I have been missing the point all these years, but I find all the talk about the pilgrims with their blunderbusses a distraction as I try to hang on to my drumstick.
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