More striking even than their appearance is the song they sing. Male Bobolinks warble a long, bubbly song. A song so inspiring it caught the ear of Emily Dickinson, who called the bobolink “the rowdy of the meadow.”
by Elicia Mailhiot
The petals of this little flower are a kind of deep red, almost oxblood in color and they can’t be confused with anything else you see on the ground.
by Geoffrey Norman
Nordic skaters wear regular cross-country ski boots with special bindings and blades designed for speed, gliding distance and stability on ungroomed natural or “wild” ice.
by Kathleen James
Antique bricks represent a small part of human civilization. And Patrick Branley searches demolition sites throughout Vermont and most of New England to find them.
by Anita Rafael
For a child who may have trouble walking, or cannot stay focused, or has difficulty communicating with people, the mere fact of being safely perched high on the back of a horse can be transformative.
by Nancy Boardman
Every year, Londonderry loggers Jock Harvey and Philip Miller gather sap and make maple syrup together. Philip brings his family along for quality control; son Daigh has become an accomplished syrup tester.
by Hubert Schriebl
From the Editor
Where you are happy to spend vast amounts of money and time cultivating daffodils for their yellow flowers, you will likewise exert yourself and open your checkbook to be rid of dandelions.
Comprehensive calendar for the season and who, what, when and where
Does anyone remember the old comic strip called Li’l Abner?
We gardeners love to read gardening books, because no matter how experienced we are, we can always learn something new.
The Last Word
And, then, there were the butterflies. Monarchs, precisely.