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Indiana Autumn

In Indiana, autumn is short, and sweeter because of its brevity. Already by mid-October, the days are dramatically shortened, and dusk creeps in by seven. It is close to that time now, and the sky is an even gray, mottled … Continue reading

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The Decline of Grandfather Oak

Across the ravine, between glints of sunlight and weaving among lines of vertical trunks, a single leaf falls. Within a few seconds, another twists to the ground. As my eyes scan the space before me, I realize this is a … Continue reading

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Life in the Leaves

When the fire I’ve lit in my porch fireplace dwindles, the logs charred and bitten with orange embers, I scoop up huge handfuls of rustling leaves and toss them in over the cinders. Almost instantly they ignite, bursting into brilliant … Continue reading

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Some Thoughts on Birds

I have been trying to spend more time outside, not letting the last of autumn slip by me. I am attending to bird sounds, trying to connect calls to the birds which make them. I now know the three note … Continue reading

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Parades and Wallendas

It is a good morning for beginnings. In the ravine outside my open cabin window, an intermittent drizzle falls–not of rain, but of yellow leaves. Stronger breezes send a flickering shower down from the tops of trees, the leaves catching … Continue reading

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Up and Autumn

In spite of several drenching rains and cold snaps, some of the trees this autumn–randomly, it seems, since there is no rhyme or reason to what sorts of trees do it–have refused to shake off their leaves, clenching tight against … Continue reading

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Raining Acorns

Last night’s storm, with its high winds, thrashed the trees so soundly that the path to my cabin today is thick with acorns, nearly cobbling the trail. I don’t remember past years producing so many, and I filled my hands … Continue reading

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