On September 27, 1962, Rachel Carson published her infamous book Silent Spring, chronicling the disastrous affect pesticides have on the environment. I’d love to write that in the 57 years since Silent Spring was published we’ve learned how to work … Continue reading
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I refuse to accept the truth. Therefore, I will live in a state of denial. Care to join me? It’s hard to believe summer is ending. How did Labor Day get here so quickly? Wasn’t it yesterday that I posted … Continue reading
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A Summer’s Day Black bees on the clover-heads drowsily clinging, Where tall, feathered grasses and buttercups sway; And all through the fields a white sprinkle of daisies, Open-eyes at the setting of day. Oh the heaps of sweet roses, sweet … Continue reading
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Warning: Strong language ahead. Lift your voices loud and clear, oh daughters of the sky; let us sing in unison, as our ovaries wither and die. Yup, here on the Concord River, the ovaries are disappearing faster than the ducks … Continue reading
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The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading
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Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading
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Oh baby, we have ducklings! No, not Franny’s ducklings. I haven’t seen Franny in a long time. Not sure if she’s sitting on her nest or became lunch for the eagle. However, Clemant is here. He and a group of … Continue reading
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It’s time! It’s here! Let the trumpets sound. Spring has arrived to the Concord River. Or, as Margaret Wise Brown wrote in her iconic book, Pussy Willow: When the pussy willows happen …then it is spring. The pussy willows are … Continue reading
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