Peeper Meadow in Winter

By Mary Beth Pottratz Sunlight filters lightly through wispy clouds and warms me. At 23⁰ with just a light breeze, I feel like sunbathing for a few minutes before I head into the Spring Peeper Meadow. The wetland is dusted with snow, and tracks crisscross throughout. In spots, open ice is edged frosty white. A…

Thinking About Cold on a Warm Day

By Boak Wiesner Even though I’ve been traipsing around the Arboretum pretty often over the last five years, am I nevertheless impressed with the landscape of the place; its rolling, steep, abrupt hills and valleys always present some new view to me. The rather quiet day, this, lets me reflect on how all of this…

A Brief and Cold Exploration

By Greg Lecker The clearing skies this morning fool me into under-dressing. And, most odd, the air temperature seems to have fallen somewhat even as the sun has risen.  Air temperature is not increased by the sunlight striking it. For the most part, sunlight passes straight through the atmosphere and is absorbed by the ground. …

Seedheads and Snowflakes

By Mary Beth Pottratz Waiting for today’s chill to subside, I watch the sunlight grow dim through wisps of clouds. At a balmy 14⁰, I head to the Arb. I stop in my tracks as I approach the entrance. Small bird nests bedeck every other tree around the entrance, like a little village! I had…

Winter Doings

By Boak Wiesner Now that the Solstice is past, days will lengthen, yes, but, oh! will it take a long time. Even so, animals at the Arb are still active, though I see only a squirrel trotting through the forest. He’s been leaving abundant signs, though, of what he’s been up to. His little hands…