Night Lights

Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Lead us lest too far we wander Love’s sweet voice is callin’ yonder Shine little glow-worm, glimmer, glimmer Hey, there don’t get dimmer, dimmer Light the path below, above And lead us on to love* The fireflies blinked as we slid silently through the close, […]

There Oughta Be A Law!

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. — John Keats “What’s the minimum we need to do to be in compliance with the law?” the client asked. Their groundwater contamination was only on-site and no one was using the water. I […]

Bee Good

“I always imagine that if you’ve never tasted anything sweet, tasting honey for the first time is just sort of nectar from the gods. We’ve evolved with bees, and bees have evolved with us at some level. And they’ve always inspired us. I also think it’s connected with our youth — you know, running barefoot […]

It’s All Talk

Gary Larson,The Far Side If I could walk with the animals. And talk with the animals. Grunt, Squeak, and squawk with the animals. And love that they could talk to me.                     “Doctor Doolittle” lyric by Leslie Bricusse While adding more seed to the bird feeder, I had a conversation with a curious Chickadee who […]

The Good Ol’ Days

“…Manys en manys de time, deze long nights en deze rainy spells, dat I sets down dar in my house over ag’in de chimbley-jam – I sets der en I dozes, en it seem lak dat ole Brer Rabbit, he’ll stick he head in de crack er de do’ en see my eye periently shot, […]

Tall, Dirtless and Local

The soil has been mixed with human thought and substance. These fields … have moved and walked and talked and loved and suffered; hence one feels kinship to them and at home among them. ~John Burroughs, Fresh Fields Climate change is expected to knock extreme weather up a notch — droughts will become droughtier, floods […]

Community

One learns that it takes more than a collection of trees to make a forest, as we know it in this country. Unless they house that spirit of wildness and purity like a temple, they fail to satisfy. John Burroughs, Fresh Fields The sand around the greasewood bush on the dune was bare except for […]

More Lovely Than a Poem

I think that I shall never see, A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest, Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear, A nest of robins in her hair; […]