Category Outdoors

Where the Wild Things Are

I quickly pulled down the binoculars from the peg on the wall in the hallway to be sure. I fumbled with the focus, knowing any animal might quickly disappear into the woods. There it is: coyote. When I first notice…

Got Wood, Coming and Going

Yesterday, a good balance was struck between indoor and outdoor projects. Finally, an alignment of stars that put into the same day a bit of sunshine (with bitter winds, of course) AND a working chain saw. Add to that concurrence…

FloydFest Outdoors!

I confess I did not know that the FloydFest Outdoors tent existed. I think it only came into being last year. It evolved with the realization that many visitors come to the area for the music, but that at least…

Self-inflicted Field Photo

Well this is one day I plan to watch go by from inside. I have three days worth of firewood on the porch, a few assorted meal remnants in the fridge, a brew or two in the pantry that can…

Oh Death, Where is Thy Sting?

As a follow-up to the recent Press piece and blog post about the state of the honeybee: Someone in church had read about the topic in my column. He had one hive. All his bees disappeared without a trace, he…

DOA a Deer

A young man–a late teen-ager, stopped his car in our drive and left the motor running. He approached the house and I went out to see what he wanted. He introduced himself and explained he was looking for a place to…

Widgets, Gadgets, GeeJaws and Thingies

Another day, another way to share my where. As I say in an upcoming essay, we are increasingly becoming Homo photographicus. This morning, for a buck from the App Store, I downloaded the 360 panorama app I was so eager…

Wood If I Only Could

Time was, I spent much of my winter with a chain saw, searching out downed and dead trees, windfall along the road, and more recently, what I call “sissy wood” along the creek: witch hazel and spicebush that’s easy to…

Thank God I’m a Country Girl

From: A Letter Home from the Family Farm “…We took a long walk yesterday. We went a long way. Skipper went with us and he doesn’t need a leash. Grampa told me about him being a boy here when they…