Like a silken scarf meandering in the wind, the geese quickly fell into formation, trumpeting their departure across the frigid November sky.  Respite and refuge awaited them elsewhere, where life would be immeasurably easier, food more plentiful and temperatures more forgiving. Wildlife depends…

  The canopy grows thin as leaves hasten to their final resting place while light rushes through the skeletal silhouettes of trees.  Autumn seems to have become less festive and more practical as nature  prepares for Winter. As we begin to…

  I had nearly forgotten this stage – the lull between a full canopy of vibrant foliage and the cleansing innocence and allure of a snow-covered world.  The landscape seems a bit thin and bare, and the sunlight is mostly unfiltered and brash, but I see…

I have a favorite tree.  His name is Bruce.  He’s an Oak.  There’s nothing particularly special or different about Bruce, except he’s mine.  He’s mine in the sense that he resides in my yard.  He’s rather mature.  Mature in reference…