Last week, I took a walk at the Mason Farm Biological Reserve in Chapel Hill. It’s one of my favorite spots. Walking there, it almost feels like you’re far, far away from human civilization. Lots of big, big trees, quiet pathways, and lovely undisturbed open spaces where bluebirds and other birds like to live. I saw a new barn owl box in one field, put up by my friend Mark and others of the local Audubon Society – very cool. Continue reading
Last week, after Christmas, Erin and I visited our fabulous friend Shelly and her family in the lovely North Carolina mountains near Asheville. After a great day of bumming around Asheville, we were all thrilled when it started snowing! You piedmont-dwellers know how it is: with so few chances for snow in Chapel Hill, snow almost always feels extra magical.
That is, it felt extra magical until we began driving home from Asheville on windy, unsalted mountain roads. Continue reading
Yesterday afternoon, Erin and I left the house to go for a walk. The air was crisp – so crisp that we needed full-fledged coats, not just jackets. At the end of the driveway, I narrowly avoided stepping on a very slow-moving cricket. Actually, I thought it was dead. But then I saw it move – veeeeerry slightly – one tiny leg. Perhaps it was very cold, and trying to conserve energy?
In any case, I picked up a handy leaflet that was lying on the ground and moved him (her?) over to the grass. After taking the requisite photograph. Continue reading