Dad, where do you think the frogs went?
December 11, 2004
Underwater, down under the leaves. And when will they come back? Spring. Can we go play pooh sticks now? Yes.
December 11, 2004
Underwater, down under the leaves. And when will they come back? Spring. Can we go play pooh sticks now? Yes.
December 11, 2004
It's a shame birds don't prefer bittersweet, but it does make the situation rather more scenic.
February 21, 2005
Not much more than a long thicket, I keep working these woods and their dense piney ranks, and the blueberry bushes, thinking I'll spook up an owl. In summer the kids ride bikes down the path and keep a jump mounded up in it. I found a stolen bike one day.
February 21, 2005
The vine is killing the tree, but how I love bittersweet berries. They turn up now, late in the winter, in the snow -- skins and seeds, far from any vine, where the bird leaves what it can't digest. Dispersal.
February 21, 2005
I keep thinking: I should ask someone if this thing floats, and, if so, how much it would cost me.
February 23, 2006
When I was a kid, my father would take me to Cold Harbor, where the streams poured cold enough to nourish skunk cabbage. That meant spring. Today I broke off some of a sfleshy leaf and smelled the foul aroma joyfully.