News from the Frozen North

The thermometer sat at -13 degrees at 9:45 this morning. We’ve made some improvement in the last hour; the thermometer now rests at -11, but the windchill remains -33. I am so heartened by this rise in temperature, though, I have decided to put on my snowshoes and venture outdoors. I will stay in the vicinity […]

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Without Constraint

“At night make me one with the darkness,” the poet Wendell Berry wrote. “In the morning make me one with the light.” I snowshoed west across the open field this morning. The sky was overcast. Snow fell from above or was blown from the northwest; I couldn’t tell which as I traveled slowly, my head down […]

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A Child Went Forth

Walt Whitman wrote– There was a child went forth every day,       And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder     or pity or love or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of      the […]

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I Took a Walk

I took a walk in early November, and what did I see? In the gray light of coming winter, I saw a chickadee perched in a tree.     I took a stroll that Saturday afternoon, and who did I meet? Parading down a gravel road, ruffed grouse communed in twos and threes.     The snow […]

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397th Thanksgiving Turkey Convention

“May I have your attention, please! The 397th Annual Thanksgiving Turkey Convention is now in session!” Visiting turkeys from across the United States took their seats as the bird at the microphone continued – “And now without further ado, your speaker for the evening, a turkey highly regarded for his unflagging leadership in the crusade against […]

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The Art of Going

The wind blew Thursday, and the snow fell. The world was a swirl of white. Snow devils danced across plowed fields, roadside ditches filled with drifts, cars crept down county highways. Winter, if only for forty-eight hours, had re-asserted itself at October’s end.     But today is Saturday, partly sunny, and calm of wind […]

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