There will be more opportunities now to study the sky as I walk away from the campfire. Venus is slipping dangerously close to the horizon bef…

Sweet smells. Sweet memories. Lilac flowers appear one morning as if coaxed during the night by the Queen to share their purple sweetness.

There’s a very crafty sign just inside my door that says “Every birdie’s Welcome.”

Spring shows up anew every day now with splashes and dashes of color in the rapidly budding trees showing thousands of tiny new leaves.

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Birds don’t need nests for day-to-day living. Nests are not birds’ homes in the same sense a fox has a den or a squirrel holes up in a tree cavity.

It’s May Day. And since it falls on a Friday, perhaps it should just extend through the weekend. In the tradition of May Day, is there someone…

It’s quite the show and it’s quite free. It’s a traveling program, sometimes of barnstorming proportions, and there is no set time when this v…

Winter picked up the fight the other day. Perhaps threw its last punch. That punch from the Ol’ Man landed but didn’t hurt, lingered for a day…

As teenagers growing up in Chippewa Falls, my friends and I discovered catfishing by accident.

The creek was running at spring speed. Not rushing, not roaring, but neither in no mood to linger. Its pace was a bit throttled by a drawn-out…

Spring is for exploring. The season of peeling back winter’s covering to see what’s coming is a bit early this year. That’s good, considering …

From atop a hill my vantage point of the lake is quite impressive. As is the silence. I don’t know which drew me here the most, but now I’m th…

Horned larks are messing with my eyes. I guess the birds were just hatched that way.

Every year, about this time, something marvelous happens. It’s an event millions of years in the making. It happens across the planet. It has …