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Waxing June 2017; Tammuz 5777
creamy black locust flowers dangle thick from compound fronds,
bright new, pistachio green hemlock needles emerge,
cottonwood seed snow blankets trail edges,
trillium flower skeletons trail early spring, now past;
wood thrushes reverberate rhythmically
amidst oven bird ricochets.
dandelions seed wishes glisten in spacious globes 
while quickening snakes fatten up in sunny slithers,
potent tadpoles lengthen,
orange newts scatter amidst dappled wet wood,
baby duck fluff hardens and elongates to firm,
red eyed loons nestle into nesting nooks,
white pine pollen sacs swell tawny,
coltsfoot leaves soften dirt roads in pulmonary waves,
king stropharia fungi burst through mulch  
under strawberries plumbing red.

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Waning November 2017; Chesvan 5777
This p​hoto was taken days before last week's colder rains arrived with storms & strong winds knocking off limbs and toppling whole trees now laying strewn across the landscape fully fallen or in limbo with roots and ground around them ripped up. Lichens often only visible to canopy birds now dot mountain trails and abundant new spaces open where mostly evergreens once were. Blood red mountain ash berries sprinkle boreal zone forest floors amidst golden birch and yellow moosewood leaves.  Geese flocks wane in their numbers flying south while chipmunks and squirrels scurry about filling middens with acorns, walnuts, butternuts, and cones. Robins, juncos, downy woodpeckers, and chickadees sporadically reverberate through temperate zones. Coyote scats mark trail intersections with apple skinned fur and bones. Fresh tan birch polypores emanate from standing dying sentinels of forest succession while radiant turkey trails protrude from dead laying trees joining the forest soil. Gentle brown beech leaves rustle through forest spaces below which their fuzzy nut casings lie scattered, open, & emptied. Erect, stout hobblebush buds hint of a future spring as do red maple buds glowing from distant hills in a maroon glow.

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Waxing May 2017; Sivan 5777
Dandelions are seeding abundantly fuzzy in the Champlain Valley 'banana belt' while in the North East Queendom of Lowell, they are just opening amidst quaker ladies, lobelia, and foamflower. Up there in the north lands striped maple flowers hang in delicate fronds while oak & beach (latercomer deciduous trees in this region since last glaciation) leaves begin to open. Meanwhile by the microclimate of Lake Bitawbagok, nettles, yellow dock and burdock are prolific in their medicinal offerings, cottonwood fluffy seed trails line bike paths, while spruce and cedar sprout lime green baby needle tips. Deep in the forest oven birds, white throated sparrow, and blackthroated green  warblers call while companions gather food for the young. This robin nest at the Intervale Conservation Nursery seems to have been recently abandoned. 

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 Waning September 2016; Elul 5776
 As sarsparilla leaves begin to speckle soon to disappear into the forest floor in the hardwood zone, hobble bush greens maroon while birch and aspen leaves golden. Only smaller bodies of water are still swimmable comfortably though the initial submerge is already cooler in the chilling air. Herons are still here though seen in flight more often, perhaps fattening up before their departure. Gentle light frosts have begun to creep into the valleys while bunch and mountain ash berries deepen red in the alpine zone. Plump grapes and dappled apples hang from boughs while squirrels scamper and milkweed stems blacken. Golden rod yellows and aster purples remain aglow though some of their companions lead the way in fuffy seed heads releasing as light shifts.

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Waning May 2016; Iyyar 5776
Bobolinks wizeeoo around rising field edges. Last week’s delicate goldthread blooms & hobble bush’s fragrant blossoms herald in the ebbing  of ephemeral season while middle and upper forest sinusium layers fill in. Coltsfoot seeds in fluffy tufts as leaves emerge while already leaved dandelions also soften the green carpet with whispy potential. Marsh marigold carries the yellow baton in wet places where celandine also glows. Wild chervil’s white blooms line dirtroads in frondy networks. Baby American toads are on the move as are spotted fawns, slowly following their mothers carefully. Black flies have hatched.  Rose colored baby oak leaves grow and green in their newcomer ways, since they were one of the later deciduous trees to return north after the last ice age.  This birthing season gifts us with so many windows already passed, happening now, & yet to come in our beloved trophic web.


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 Waning April 2016; Nissan 5776
 Spring buds swell as wet snow holds ruffed grouse, white tailed deer, and Eastern coyote tracks. Two weeks ago, painted turtles were sunning on logs and today aspen catkins hang high from limbs against a blue sky. Two days ago before the snow surprise, peepers were singing and amphibian eggs were laid in various pools. Sap buckets still hang from maples full and frozen.

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Waning October 2015; Tishrei 5776
Rain drops amidst bright crimson, orange, gold, and greens while mist rises from Earth' s slow cooling body through her warming surrounding layers. Hot pink echinacea, white & purple asters, red clovers, yellow sow thistles, calendula, pink lady's thumb, yellow jerusalem artichoke, cream queen anne's lace bloom amidst swollen milk weed pods, wizened cattail velvets, greyed goldenrod seed heads. Robins flock in wet grass, white throated sparrows release uneven tremulos, geese flocks clank above in sporadic rhythms, season harbingers hobblebush and sasparilla lead in green changing red to yellow to disappearing into forest duff; bees flit between last blooms gathering autumnal nectar. Two leggeds dig up burdock and horseradish for medicine while beets, carrots, onions, squash, cabbage are brought into root cellars. Gratitude and awareness permeate preparation and attention to detail while the spaces between life and death ease closer. Oatstraw is scythed down and garlic cloves taken from nearby earth a moon ago reenter the soil via hardy thumbs, a tool we aim to use for positive affirmation and cycle regeneration.

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Waning April 2015; Nissan 5775
Snowflakes fall gently onto a hardened crust of 16 inches where circular pockets of earth appear at evergreen bases. Though the spring equinox has past, winter is slow in releasing its firm grip on the northeastern kingdom landscape. Mourning Doves have arrived back from southern states and sing repeatedly in the morning, perhaps involved in nest building activities. Common Grackles are also back from southern states; I have seen mates pairing up on maple tree branches above buckets and blue lines filling with clear, sweet sap. While most dirt roads are laden with muddy ruts, they are lined with beach trees still rattling last year's leaves and deciduous kin lined in brown, green and lime lichens radiating against the white sky. This month is one of rapid change in which the snow melt will reveal tunnels used by small mammals all winter, passageways between breeding grounds and winter torpor spots will become clear for amphibians to migrate during one of the first warm rainy evenings, and many birds will return.

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Waxing March 2015; Adar 5775
Tracks abound amidst the generous snowfall that continues throughout this moon. This past month Great Horned Owls and house sparrows begin nesting. Soon American robins, kestrels, killdeer, red-winged black birds, grackles, and cowbirds will be returning from their winter migration routes. There has been an increase in bird activity lately. I have seen and heard downy and hairy woodpeckers more than usual which causes me to wonder if their food excavation activities are now oriented towards establishing territory in anticipation of mating season. Can you tell the difference in the pattern between the drumming of the hairy vs. downy woodpecker? It has been neat to see turkey scat and learn how the scat shape of male & female reflects the differences in their intestinal tracts. The 'hen' turkey scat forms a round lump while the 'torn' turkey scat is straight or somewhat 'j' shaped.  It is also neat to note that while cattail seed heads are too small & fuzzy to provide food for most winter residents, the black-caped chickadee come to feed on larvae and cocoons embedded in these bundles of sometimes 220,000 seeds.

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Waxing February 2015; Shevat 5775
Yellow birch nutlets, catkins, and buds appear as tracks of the past & impending pollination, fruit ripening, and seed dispersal seasons. Birches are monoecious, meaning that they bear both male and female flowers on the same branch. The catkins in this photo are the male flowers which in the spring will grow, change to purplish yellow, and release pollen for three to five days. The female birch flowers, which are currently enclosed in buds on the branches, (if not eaten over the winter by ruffed grouse) will open into shorter greenish catkins. When the birch leaves appear in late May or early June the female flowers become receptive even before the pollen sheds and once fertilized, they ripen into fruit of a winged nutlet in late August or early September.  Closely related to oak and beech trees, each birch produces enough pollen to fertilize its female flowers in the springtime. Neat! This is a great time of year to get to know trees through their bark, buds, and leaf scars.




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Waxing January 2015; Shevat 5775
These past few days in the North East Kingdom of Vermont have been glorious high pressure gifts with the raw freshness of winter awakening. At dusk, coyotes howl against pink silhouetted skies where spruce and fir, laden with snow, stand as wisdom emissaries. Trails of potential mates crisscross, leaving 'tandem marks' amidst surrounding, untouched canvas. Vast meadows glow, tucked in snow firm enough to ski upon and yet permeable enough to allow deer hooves and fox paws to sink in leaving fuzzy trails. Lady bugs alight inside a wood and solar heated timber frame home while luna moths lay curled up in cocoons of leaves under red squirrel highways on the forest floor.


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Waning December 2014; Kislev 5775.
The other day a female golden crowned kinglet flitter fluttered around a Red barberry bush nibbling lingering berries, plump with moisture. Red squirrels skittle from holes in the snow where middens of white pine cone scales remain. Fresh palish yellow wood splinters lie on snow where pileated wood peckers were excavating a meal of diapausing insects. This is the time when Basketglider dragonflies lie beneath ice in larvae phase while ermine and snowshoe hare can romp around almost hidden. Snow flakes that once clung to each other in crystalline geometry (hydrogen bonds on the molecular level; cosmic bonds on the ethereal) are now merged in compression. This week frozen droplet-glazed trees released many a limb in heart cracking snaps. How deeply are the bears and frogs dreaming? As the dark increases, what ancient light can we rediscover?

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Waxing December, 2014; Kislev 5775.
Light is so precious this time of year in the northeast when it appears @7am and begins to disappear @4pm. The snow covered forest is like a text of tracks written by red and grey squirrels, white tailed deer, voles, red fox, coyote, grouse... Their story/ies remain somewhat of a mystery and yet are part of ours and those
who under the bark, mud, or have travelled to warmer lands, don't leave tracks. Lately I have been seeing several hawks perched on highway edges. What do you feel when you spot nooks where bird nests are at this time of transparency?

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Middle of October, 2014; Chesvan, 5775.
Most maples are naked now leaving their deciduous kin such as beech, birch, and ash to continue the radiant dance in pumpkin and golden hues. The naked branches tipped with buds ready for next season's life emanate a violet hue. Canadian geese continue to sprinkle the air with their songs and aligned formations as they head south where food and fairer habitat awaits them. Amphibians and reptiles have been seen lingering in wet grass and leaf laden trails absorbing the last remaining waves of radiant sunlight before they will venture down and within. Herons and kingfishers fatten up along the water's edge before they head to southern lands to join their already arrived and some still migrating winged kin. Winter resident song birds spread out now across the forest, sharing territory and mixing in diverse flocks. Native and honey bees hover around last hoorahing asters, cosmos, goldenrod, and lobelia blossoms. Hooray for late bloomers. May their delayed nectar provide nutrient rich sustenance for their guests to endure the coming cold. Bird nests become visible amidst limbs now naked. Up in the mountains moose court and mate while in the lowlands deer do so amidst hunting two-leggeds. Squirrels scurry around and soil is wet. Many hardy ferns and understory plants remain green like the evergreens, not yet touched by the imminent frost.

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Waning October, 2014; Tishrei, 5775.
 Women's Within the Wild Series began today amidst a wet, bone touching morning. Droplets hung from wet limbs stretching nearby where larch glowed within a misty stage; lichen swelled, emanating vibrancy. Surely we could feel the thinning of the veils as we ascended wet rocks below tinkering Juncos and Kinglets. As we gingerly held what we were about to release, gleaning last minute teachings from these now excess layers/patterns, strong north west gales swept across the boreal peak we climbed and took our offerings away. Ravens spoke as we allowed for transformation in the pause between. Surprise openings appeared amidst the shape-shifting clouds and we were able to glimpse the Winooski river snaking through the Piedmont valley, west to the Green Mountains. Lingering Mountain Ash berries hung above where Hay Scented Ferns yellowed and hardy pink Asters offered their last blossoms. As we descended in gratitude, feeling the freshly opened space for new pathways, we felt the trees' protection and waxing Chesvan's moon potential.

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