A runner was attacked by a mountain lion yesterday in Fort Collins, which isn’t far from here.
Meditating is good for me, right? And I’m fortunate to have beautiful spaces where I can sit and be one with the universe. Plus I have a very good dog to protect me. Perfect… sometimes. Other times, like today, the protection gets in the way of the meditation. Jesse saw something across the creek as […]
Stillwater Diary, January 22, 2019 We’re back home, and happy to be here. It’s pretty cold, although compared to New England thirty degrees is downright balmy. The dogs, as always, had a wonderful time. Chloe played fetch with her beat-up, twisted old Frisbee the whole way. Here she is waiting for me to throw it: Biskit stayed close, as […]
Those of you who know me well are used to my obsession with nature. My husband and I live at the wild edge of Wyoming, right on the border where the winds blow hard and life is a struggle for even the toughest critters. We love it here, and enjoy our walks in the woods. […]
They’re perky little guys with bright eyes and cheerful dispositions that bop around the deck going “beep! beep!” all day long.
A mysterious, moving, 70-mile-wide blob on our local weather radar turned out to be… butterflies!
Fall weather means bright blue skies and aspen turning to burnished gold. If you have time to travel, take a trip to see nature’s autumn fireworks.
How many badgers could a badger budger budge if a badger budger could budge badgers?
The wild is where we came from, and going to the woods is going home.
The warm season is waning, and fall is in the air. Here’s a selection of photos to celebrate the summer of 2016.
And you thought human mothers were devoted!
What Western bird nests on the ground, lays a small clutch of pale blue eggs with rust-colored spots, and looks like a calm Quaker maiden in an unadorned gray dress?
The thought of my dad coming back as a stately, dignified owl warmed my heart in an unexpected way.
I tramped uphill, intent on photographing fall color, knowing it would glow against the dark, damp earth. But I was hijacked, as always, by the little things–the tiny plants that are recolonizing our damaged forest.