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Cecropia Moths Stir Like Phantoms in the Twilight

Jun 5, 2010 | Don Scallen | Notes from the Wild

Cecropia moths: Strange and wonderful phantoms of the twilight world.

Feeding the soil that feeds us

Jun 1, 2010 | George Knowles | Leisure

Feeding the soil that feeds us.

Spring’s challenge is just keeping pace!

May 27, 2010 | Liz Knowles

May is busting out all over and Liz Knowles is racing to keep up!

Warblers are Tropical Emissaries

May 19, 2010 | Don Scallen | Environment | Notes from the Wild

Lured by warm weather and a bonanza of insects, warblers return from tropical realms. By Don Scallen.

A May Harvest of Rhubarb

May 17, 2010 | George Knowles | Gardening at Larkspur Hollow | Leisure

The “pie-plant” or rhubarb makes great jams and sauces and performs for years. By George Knowles.

A perplexing spring still produces blooms

May 13, 2010 | Liz Knowles

In this perplexing spring, daphnes appear on time. And others? Well, there are a few surprises.

The Comfort of “To Do” Lists

May 10, 2010 | Christine Thomas | Community | Leisure | Red Squirrel Musings

Christine Thomas takes the next step in the journey of making a life in the country. First up: make a To Do list. Then another. And another….

Pushing the Season

May 6, 2010 | George Knowles | Leisure

George Knowles is tempted to plant frost hardy vegetables early.

In Praise of the Humble Toad

May 3, 2010 | Don Scallen | Environment | Notes from the Wild

The mellifluous trilling of toads resonates through our hills at this time of year. The tranquil sound wafting through an open window on a warm mid-spring eve is delightful.

Lilies and Hellebores: early bloomers

Apr 22, 2010 | Liz Knowles

Liz Knowles pays tribute to the unsung early bloomers: lilies and hellebores.

Garden Candy

Apr 20, 2010 | George Knowles | Leisure

George Knowles enjoys digging in the garden early in the spring. And he finds some treasure: parsnips!

Spring Peepers

Apr 18, 2010 | Don Scallen | Notes from the Wild

On warm evenings in April and May our hills awaken to the life affirming voices of spring peepers. Their shrill calls stir the winter weary soul.