Mud season is in full force here on the mountain. The car has worn deep grooves into the soggy dirt of the driveway and there are still snow piles in shady areas of the damp woods. Squirrels are scouring the now empty bird feeders for any last scrap...
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This past fall was a disappointing one for acorns. With the lack of food, squirrels, blue jays and crows have all but disappeared. I miss the crows especially, because they always seemed like messengers from the Otherworld. And there was one coal black squirrel whom I regarded as...
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This evening begins the ancient Celtic festival of Imbolc, February 1. According to tradition, it is the time that snakes emerge from their holes to test the air, and first plowings can begin. That may be true in Britain and Ireland, but here in New England we still...
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