Nature’s Hidden Marvels

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Poetry is a fresh morning spiderweb telling a story of moonlight hours of weaving and waiting during a night. (Carl Sandburg) Can you see the spiderweb attached to the purple seed heads of the grass here? I went out one morning last week and there were dozens, perhaps even hundreds of webs scattered throughout the grass in the hayfield. That …

Some Mysteries are More Mysterious than Others

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“All right, all right, all right! No more Mr. Nice Guy!” If any of you have young kids or grandkids you may know where you can find that quote. It’s Grover (sweet, lovable Grover from Sesame Street) in one of my grandkids’ favorite read aloud books, There’s a Monster at the End of this Book. Grover is trying to block …

Imagining Life’s Coming Attractions

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In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. (Robert Frost)  I love spring. A time when the spring peepers make music so loud that even with the windows closed I can hear them trying to convince some other peepers to be their dates. I like how one week the trees are winter bare …