“…the immense piles of snow that, by alternate thaws and frosts, and repeated storms, had obtained a firmness which threatened a tiresome durability.”
Ecology
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Time for a truce with dandelions
“Momma had a baby and the head popped off.” Remember the childhood chant? The dandelion caught between finger and thumb. The flick of the thumb. The yellow flowerhead sent flying?
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On a voyage 50 years ago, Steinbeck saw nature’s unity
On the afternoon of March 11, 1940, the Western Flyer, a 76-foot fishing boat, prepared to leave Monterey harbor in California. The boat was chartered by a writer who would later win the Nobel prize for literature, and his best friend, a marine biologist.
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Australia’s furry little beast could be the perfect symbol
News from Down Under: Koalas are under siege.
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Look around, Noah, the clouds are darkening
Dear Noah, Forgive this informal way of communicating, but I have a bad case of laryngitis and must curtail my thundering from on high. I have good news and bad news.
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The demise of the hedgerow
Much has been written lately about the rampant destruction of tropical rain forests. Another well-known natural habitat is disappearing at an equally alarming rate: the hedgerows of Europe. Although not as significant as rain forests on the global scale, hedgerows are nearer and dearer to the hearts of many Americans because of our cultural heritage.
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Romantics and the real world
Every now and then a book comes along that captures the spirit of a deeply felt environmental issue.
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Bluebirds back home
If you are looking for the bluebird of happiness, it helps to have neighbors with meadows, hedgerows, fruit trees, organic gardens, and nesting boxes designed especially for bluebirds.
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Losing the forest war
There is no better time than April for walking in the New England woodlands. The weather is warm, the snow is gone. Winter has cut down the briar and brush, opening up places that in a few week’s time will be made impassable by new growth.