Buds: Nature’s Treats Come Gift Wrapped

By Greg Lecker We made it through what some interpreted would be the end of the world.  In reality, one cycle ended and another cycle began – not just for the Mayans, but those of us following the Gregorian calendar for we begin a new calendar. I’m a fan of etymology – the study of…

The Iceman Cometh!

By Boak Wiesner The reports of the end of the Universe have been grossly exaggerated, to cop a quip from Twain. Are calendars really accurate, anyway, when we stop to consider how short our time on Earth is but how long bodies in the cosmos have been moving in their spheres? We did experience the…

Frosty Meanderings

By Mary Beth Pottratz Jack Frost displays his artistry, as yesterday’s fog edges pine needles and twigs with a silvery lining of hoar frost. Stately red pines resemble flocked Christmas trees, each needle highlighted with crystalline flakes. Fine particles of frozen mist drift through the air. It is early afternoon, and a nippy 23⁰ Fahrenheit….

A Foggy Day in Old Chaska Town

By Boak Wiesner A frosty morning out at the Arboretum, and a special kind of frost it was, hoar frost, which occurs when fog freezes onto the surfaces of objects that are colder than 0 C. Hoar comes from the Old Slavonic and it “migrated” to the west before ending up in Olde English. (Hoary…