I had come in search of melons and had no idea if I would find them.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but this photo may require only about half as many.
Migration in the spring is a race northward to their breeding grounds.
Sunsets in the last few nights have been several notches more dramatic, more spectacular than we’ve seen in a while.
On my property, a legacy lives. The living legacy is a small rhododendron.
Do you remember when snowy owls were rare winter visitors?
An accumulation of sand, silt and neglected paperwork have rendered the entrance to Lake Tashmoo impassable at times.