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“I think housework is far more tiring and frightening than hunting is, no comparison, and yet after hunting we had eggs for tea and were ma...

“One of the great dreams of man must be to find some place between the extremes of nature and civilization where it is possible to live wi...

I fell for this little daisy-hugger the other day and had to share him/her with you: “Where’er he dwells, he dwells alone, Except hims...

Here’s a little humor for my sister (and anyone else battling the clueless or malevolent).    [Art by Erin Smith .]

Hello. It’s been a while. I’ve no good reason for my long absence—not one I can easily articulate anyway. But let me tell you a story… E...

“Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m stricken by the ricochet wonder of it all: the plain everythingness of everything, in cahoots wi...

The facility for my local humane society is only five years old. At that youthful age, you’d think it would actually be as “state-of-the...

The nest in the photograph is atop a young oak tree across the street, spread across branches that aren’t much more than twigs. What I am ...