A faint trail led through the wetland grass, winding from the darker woods and out into the open edge of the meadow. I knew the bear frequented these lower woods, and the trail was big enough that it couldn’t have been anything else. My mom and I were...
We are not yet beekeepers. We are more like “bee putter in boxers.” It was the “keeping” part that gave us trouble. Last week we purchased a package of bees, and with the utmost care and attention, sure that we were following...
We rowed back to the boat, Leopard Grouper in hand, salt in our hair, sand in our toes and feeling pretty damn good about life in general. As I boarded Selkie, however, I heard an odd buzzing that wasn’t on the list of her various and sundry moanings, grunts,...
