Lie on your back up here with your feet under the lowbush blueberries and you can hear the wind around you like a river. The cups of the blueberry blossoms and a wild cherry sapling are quivering in the warm air.
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.
Lime Kiln Sanctuary gives a sunlit view in Spring
The sun came out, and the undergrowth turned softly green — ten minutes ago I’d been traveling in raw weather and now I’d found spring. I was walking through Lime Kiln Wildlife Sanctuary for the first time.
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By the scuffed ground around the bowl, I’m not the only small person who has found this magic circle. I’m out in the golden hour, walking on the lower loop through Hopkins Forest.
Read articleA winter walk wakes an old Irish legend
The snow is still falling on the ridge behind my house when I set out, the soft, thick snow that holds onto branches and transforms the woods.
Read articleRare local flavors converge at Moon in the Pond Farm
Dominic Palumbo raises Highland cattle, Jersey geese and Dorset sheep, as he grows vegetables and forages for local flavors.
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Windy Hill Orchard grows rows of winterberry bushes every year. You can walk into a sea of scarlet higher than your head, and they’re bright even on cold, cloudy afternoons.
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Ice Glen feels like its own world. You walk through a gap in the rock, and the land changes — steps and caves, boulders covered with moss and fern.
Read articleThe Ancient Beauty of the Hoosic and the Housatonic
Tricia De Souza’s North Adams podcast continues with an in-depth look at the life, history and future of the Hoosic River.
Listen to podcastOctober touches Sheep Hill with brilliant color
Halfway up the slope, young maple saplings are turning vivid red and deep orange in the meadow. They’re hip high, no taller than the purple asters and the last of the golden rod ...
Read articleHike to the Elder trees on the Mohican trail
In the sun, a warm huge being gives me a place to rest, and I’m leaning back against a giant’s ankle. How many years has a white pine lived to grow broader than I can span even halfway?
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