Black and White in the Washover
I went Up-Island a few days ago. The big snow and windstorm of a few weeks ago knocked down a lot of trees, and this thrifty, wood-burning “Nor’Englander” hates to […]
Monthly Archives: February 2013
The Old Chimney is Plural, Actually
Once again, the camera helps the eye. Heading out of Woods Hole early the other morning, I spent the first ten minutes of the trip out on deck, enjoying the […]
The Funs of Grandsons
There are a half dozen new boys in my family. They are my grandsons, plus a grand-nephew, and are the sons of three daughters, a stepdaughter, and a niece. At […]
An Io Reincarnation
Remember the post about the female Io moth that came into the greenhouse early last summer? You read about her in a previous post: https://thetompostpile.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/io-you/ You were promised a report on […]
Feed Me
Some of the locals have been having a hard time getting enough food this winter. You can get water easily enough, a few hundred feet downhill, at the brook, but […]
Harbinger
Yesterday was a fine, fair February day. To our surprise, in the mid afternoon, we found a blooming crocus. Phenologically speaking, this is a wicked early crocus. What a treat […]
The Broccoli Diver and the Wishetwurra Farm Garden: Midwinter.
What’s happening at the Wishetwurra Farm Garden? Stirrings, both of soil and of life. Our day length has passed ten hours. Each day is about two minutes longer than the […]
Good Morning! Or, What Can You See Around Dawn, In Eleven minutes and Eight Seconds?
Coming to consciousness in the half-light of dawn. I get up to try to catch the sunrise colors. This morning Miss Eos is not at her most spectacular. Spectacular is […]
Rhythms.
Rhythms are many places. Your body is an assembly awash with rhythms. Some of the faster body rhythms include heartbeats and eye blinks. Breath rhythms are a little longer. Cycles […]
What Noise Annoys an Oyster? Part Two (Learning to Draw.)
I lied. It’s not five or six years that I’ve been taking those drawing lessons. Please accept my apology. At the end of the first “What Noise Annoys an Oyster” […]
