I walked along the river last night, and it felt like the first nudge of spring — and I can see why writers like Arianna Collins and Lara Tupper think of spring as a good time for Haiku.
Read articleNatural history in the Berkshires is diverse, where in the marble valleys between the Taconics and the Green Mountains shelter many plants and animals.
Following a moonshadow — #berkshireweekend
We’re waiting for totality … sitting in the shadow of the moon. It’s hard to explain how the light changes in an eclipse.
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bale of turtles. That’s the collective noun we find for the gathering on a rock by the water, all basking in the unexpected warmth of a late winter day.
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Today feels like time traveling … a leap day sounds like a quantum dancer, something out of a science fiction novel, step into this moment and it can take you anywhere.
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Sunset over the water on a clear winter day turns the sky a deep blue and a touch of rose. And it turns out so does a rainbow of color on an ice fall at the hairpin bend.
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We have ways of moving in and out of each other’s spaces, a friend tells me. We’re driving back roads through the hilltowns in the dusk, and we’re talking about how people in this country live together.
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We’re coming up on the full moon at the heart of winter, and on Sunday I sat in a room full of windows, looking out at a vast willow and listening to songs about trees budding.
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The Hoosic river path is quiet in the snow. Flakes are still falling, and the horizon is hazy enough to hide the mountains. The sky and the land blend together, and the water is running a dark jade green.
Read articleBreathing deep on mild days in late fall
On an afternoon near Halloween with a rare glimpse of sun, I went wandering on Sheep Hill. The trees were turning that silver-tawny shade of bare limbs in the late fall sun.
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Up on Stone Hill, marigolds are flowering vividly in Pallavi Sen’s garden, and here by the reflecting pool I’m looking at the berries of a coffee plant and wondering if I’ve ever seen them before …
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