The Prodigal Sun

By Mary Beth Pottratz Sunbeams glint off mounds of tiny snowflakes. Today’s 26⁰, calm winds and bright sun are even causing sidewalks to melt their fluffy coatings. Light and shadow play on hills and valleys of snow-covered plantings. Mom and I admire the sparkling layers of snow that frost spruce trees and clump over dried…

The Sweet Stillness of the Woods

By Boak Wiesner The explosive “pe-keek” of a Hairy Woodpecker greets me as I go into the woods around the little marsh that’s perched up high on the west side. A meandering circumperegrination of it has become one of my favorite “beats” at the Arb. Beethoven himself, even troubled by deafness, would walk for hours…

Nature’s Artistry

By Greg Lecker Inside the Arboretum’s Oswald Visitor Center, all is color and movement – decorations, art, and entertainment. Outside, the world is a bit more subdued…..but not without interest when one searches carefully in the dim twilight-like fog that has persisted for days. Nature curiously offers her artistry to delight amidst the gray mist….

Respite

By Mary Beth Pottratz The wild turkeys that survived Thanksgiving are pecking in ground freshly released from a blanket of snow. Today’s balmy 32⁰ returned them to their regular fall diet, at least for a while. They peck into the moist ground, gulp, and step on, head down all the while. New England aster seedheads…

When they say nothing at all…

By Boak Wiesner As I make my way down to the boardwalk, the susurrus of wind rustling the dried leaves still on the oaks and, especially, the ironwoods surrounds me with an aural reminder that winter now has us firmly in its grasp. A stiff breeze chills me whenever I’m out of the lee of…