Positioned on the very edge of February, Spring seems not so very distant.  Longer days and more sunlight catapults nature into action.  Although it may not feel like it, Spring is already making itself known in the presence of buds…

I simply will not acknowledge the weather today.  It is not worthy of my time or my words.  There’s nothing poetic or redeeming about it.  Moving on. You’ve heard the old saying, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five…

The chirping and chattering of nearby birds seemed almost surreal and somewhat eerie.  Their tone was one of elation mixed with urgency, and I searched the skies as the sound seemed to be enveloping me.  Nothing.  I saw nothing until…

Snow of such epic proportions, like Sunday’s blizzard, always creates problems.  It becomes a logistical nightmare, whether you’re driving or attempting to retrieve your mail.  It’s hazardous, and left untreated creates even more perils. Packed down, matted down, driven-on snow is…

Last week’s blog seems like eons ago, and each day bleeds into the next without much pomp or circumstance.  I’m in a funk. Many people say it’s the weather or stunning lack of sun.  Perhaps.  Some say it’s normal and short-lived. …

The moonlight poured through the thin clouds and pooled on the snow-covered ground, giving the sea of white a silvery-blue tint that seemed to mimic the stars above.  The great silhouettes of trees reached across the celestial surface, and it was…

Lake-effect snow in a word is magnificent.  It’s quite different from other snow.  The flakes are feathery, fluffy, and unabashedly large.  I believe this is a direct result of the amount of available moisture it draws from the lake thus creating a…

  The landscape has finally been reborn, cleansed of its imperfections, bleached in pure, glistening white, sparkling in the sun, blindingly renewed.  A somewhat fitting start to the new year, and one I’ve been waiting months to see. I love snow. …

Christmas is like a freight train, barreling through the month.  Unstoppable.  We await its arrival with joyful anticipation, preparing the stage, counting the days until the distant lights grow brighter, and the whistles and bells reach a deafening tone, and…

It doesn’t feel like Christmas, and it certainly doesn’t look like Christmas.  In fact, the twinkling, festive lights reflecting off the many puddles is somewhat depressing.  Burl and Bing seem to be singing into great voids, and their voices fall flat…