We want to conserve the world around us. Not to eliminate the footprint of mankind, but to soften it, to pause it for a moment during the hurried day to smell the wildflowers, admire the industry of the bee, and thrill to the music of the songbird. Conservation understands the vital role of the green… Read More Conservation
It was a quiet afternoon here at the writer’s house. It was sunny, but not too warm, it was Friday, and relaxation was happening. Well, I was relaxing, at least. I was torn from my contemplation of the story I was writing by an excited voice. The girls are as big as I am now.… Read More Snake Hubbub
One of the wonderful things about living out in the country again, after three years in town, is the wildlife. I had been surprised how much was going on at the little house in town, in no small part because our house was tucked into the corner of thick brushy hedgerows. But out here, you… Read More Looking Outside
On my weekend (everyone else’s Monday) I squeezed in a trip over to Cox Arboretum, where there is a special garden. Woodland wildflowers tend to be difficult to cultivate, but they have succeeded, and filled out the garden with crowd-favorite domestics. It was an enchanting place to walk through and photograph, and introducing the Jr… Read More Spring Wildflowers
It struck me this morning that my laissez faire approach to insect hunting is slowly morphing into something else. I was stalking bugs yesterday after work, just casting around behind the house for some little thing, and as I hung poised over the flowers waiting for movement so I could focus and shoot, it crossed… Read More Gotta Catch them All!
I can hear birds outside, as the sun rises. Far from being silent, spring is noisy joyful chaos. This is country, although crowded for my tastes – but it is country, by the lights of the surrounding farm fields and forest that looms up behind the house. There are deer that walk by the fences… Read More Birdsong
I did something yesterday I haven’t done in years. It’s a thing I’ve done since I was a teen, but since the move to Ohio, I haven’t had the room. Some habits, though, just don’t die. I picked weeds for the table. See, the Otaku Princess gave me a vase for Christmas. She thought it… Read More Just Weeds
I should probably have tried to make that rhyme, but instead I’ll leave you with some photos. I have to run the girls to school, and then make my boy his breakfast and pack his lunch and… and later today I have a quiz over the last 40+ trees we identified recently. Her quizzes are… Read More Water is wet, the Sky is Blue, I’m Busy…
As my readers know, I do hang out on FB, with all the pitfalls that entails. I really enjoy the ability to instantly interact with friends and family that live around the globe. It’s great for that. But I’m constantly tripping over stuff that is just… not true. Most of the time I just scroll… Read More Myth-Busting: Daddy Longlegs
I’m off to classes. I think today we are talking about invertebrate embryology, so I decided to put up a few of my recent ‘captures’ while bug hunting.