🍃 Ecosophical Perspectives

Splash of Colors on the Way Down At this time of year, when the rocky outcrop dries on Mount Towanda, I often marvel at the tiny flowers tha...

Waiting Out the Storm When I left this morning, after days of rain, I checked on our bees. Boy, they were drenched and looking utterly miser...

A Stairway Encounter I was leaving my mother-in-law’s house when I did what I always do: looked down at the left side of the stairs, where y...

Looking for Caterpillars, Finding a Cicada After inspecting a few hundred fernleaf false foxglove ( Aureolaria pedicularia ) fruits last Fri...

One Goldenrod, Two Bees, and a Misunderstanding I was surveying a patch of showy goldenrod in my yard, diligently recording through EwA Bugg...

Click, Flip, Fly For some time now, I have made a habit of turning off my outdoor lights early in the evening, so I do not add to the disori...

The Fold Is the Curtain As most Fridays, here I am wandering on the nature trail that surrounds Long Pond. The ecology team is moving betwee...