Wandering at the Solstice

By Boak Wiesner It’s certainly been a week of transitions here in the Arb. I poked around Spring Peeper Meadow just before the solstice. Wow, the sun is low on the horizon! I’m tempted to yell to drive away the darkness of the season – which is where “Yule” comes from. The question is: does…

Checking the Calendar

By Greg Lecker Chattering red squirrels and cackling Pileated Woodpeckers accompany my walk on wood chip trails. Dozens of freshly dug small holes remind me that the soil surface in open areas is still warmer than shady areas. This week’s rains may even “green” up some lawns. It is overcast, but fairly comfortable for exploring….

Seeing the Unseen

By Mary Beth Pottratz In the Great Hall, a tree composed entirely of red poinsettias with a white poinsettia skirt towers over several other lighted trees. My favorite is adorned with homemade decorations: mice with pine cone bodies and acorn cap ears; birds of milkweed pods with poppy pod heads; red-orange maple leaves edged with…

Quiet Morning Stroll

By Boak Wiesner ‘Mackerel sky, not twenty-four hours dry’ goes the old saying so as I’m seeing these particular kinds of clouds, I’m reminded that the weatherman is predicting a big snowfall tomorrow. I wonder how accurate the old saw really is? We’ll see. I sense an expectancy in the air that’s palpable, that the…