Home in nature: An ephemeral dance
The most marvelous thing happens in the eastern woodlands each spring. From a layer of dry, brown fallen leaves, new life emerges. Tender leaves poke through, unfurling in the cool, fresh air. They are among the loveliest of all leaves, some feathery or shaped like umbrellas, others dappled with spots like birds’ eggs. Soon, blossoms… Continue reading Home in nature: An ephemeral dance
