“The oldest task in human history is to live
on a piece of land without spoiling it.”
- Aldo Leopold
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110 ~ The big generosity of small friends
After being housebound with a recent bout of Covid, followed by a visit of a few days by a fine friend from California, I dove into my Subaru Outback for an overnight of car camping and trout fishing. The Wild was calling to reconnect…
109 ~ Food ways and trout ways of Sicily
Herewith some notes on finding in Sicily good food (easy) and native trout (less easy, but possible).
108 ~ A Memorial Day reflection: Who should we remember?
This Memorial Day weekend I'm reflecting on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, DC…
107 ~ Love and fungus at Taliesin
This past week I guided a tour of Taliesin, and as I led the group outside of Frank Lloyd Wright's bedroom…
106 ~ We have ignition...
Late yesterday afternoon, encouraged by the recent alternations of days of rain and sun, I searched for morels for the first time this year…
105 ~ Spring update: of dark syrup, pale fowl, a perpetual garden and artists in a prairie
After the snows of early April (we had more snow here in April than in February), the world has finally, resolutely made its turn to spring…
104 ~ Special deliveries
I recently dove into ordering through the mail some chickens to re-establish my flock of laying hens…
103 ~ February food, and flow
The world is generous in all seasons, and even a rather dull winter like this holds nourishment for the body and soul…
102 ~ A different sort of ice fishing
I love winter. It is the haiku season - simple, concise, yet movingly beautiful…
101 ~ Lost in space
I have a confession. This forager and wildlife conservationist is distinguished by having the worst sense of direction of anyone I have ever known…
100 ~ A ‘century’ of thanks for you, dear readers
I hope all of us between the big Ponds (and south of our Canadian neighbor’s border) had a fine, fine Thanksgiving yesterday…