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Within a week of leaving this cottage in Maine last September I had booked another week, for this spring. We had no idea what the travel sit...

The middle of May and the evenings stay lighter and lighter.  This is 7.38pm. The chicken on the grill has been seasoned with berbere, an Ea...

On Saturday we walked in the Manhattan woods. It was May Day. A lovely group of people. A picnic in my backpack. Joan is a founding member o...

  Spring. It's all happening so fast. Very soon, these Virginia bluebells will vanish from the late April woodlands and shady gardens (p...

In the cold mountains north of us I picked some bare forsythia branches from a scrambled, tumbling hedge on the edge of the woods. The shrub...

Early spring on the stone table.  Field garlic, some dandelion rosettes, dandelion flowers (their petals destined for tartlets for a forage ...

On a grey Easter Sunday we drove north to the Catskills. Since our last visit, in early March, trees had toppled into the rushing river, cha...