My Temple of Nature

The Kingfisher Sitting past the reeds upon a willow tree the kingfisher surveys his watery larder With keen polaroid eyes a victi...

By John Steinbeck:  Many people have spoken at length of the Sally Lightfoots. In fact, everyone who has seen them has been delighted wit...

Life by Carolyn Clarke You're swimming in it. You're surrounded by it. It is within you. It is without you. It is literally...

The other morning after I had put out fresh water for all the critters along with some treats for the squirrels and the woodchucks, I was pe...

Morning Romance by LaurieAnn Kearns   In a still, bright dawn, a dragonfly arriving, on the buddleia alighting, in the s...

This morning when I came into the living room and put up the blinds, I saw kitty Tabby on the porch.  Tabby is a feral neighborhood cat that...

Don't worry, I'm talking about birds, not humans!  Twice in the last couple of weeks I've seen a bird by the feeder that I wasn...