Change is a given
Living in the Northeast, the change of the seasons is dramatic. We are inching toward 16 hours of light. The hundreds of Brandt geese who winter here have flown to the Arctic where they breed. I will miss their ruk-ruk …
The gift of Iftar
—the breaking of the Ramadan fast
Horse shoe crab season
Each May between the full and new moons, these ancient appearing creatures crawl out of the bay to mate in the sand at the water’s edge. The crabs carve circuitous trails in the sand . . .
April is the cruelest month
The first line of T.S. Eliot’s poem the Waste Land which explores brokenness and loss in the U.S., England, and Europe at the end of the first world war.
Ugliness begets beauty
Skunk cabbage smells like its name, but has a deep purple spotted leaf-like flower and gives rise to something that looks like Romaine lettuce--some of the first greens of the spring in damp areas. Spring is here.