“All life, under the burning sun of mid-morning, seemed lying low, keeping silent, all except the cicadas.” Edwin Way Teale from Journey into Summer  “Cats may scrape leaves and grass over dead pretty to conceal it, and some wasps drag drugged but living insects into…

“For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.”  — Edwin Way Teale For almost two decades The Last Green Valley, Inc. (TLGV) has held its annual fundraising event “Tastes of the…

In preparing for this article I perused the Town of Chaplin website. A section about the town’s history starts with this sentence, “An extraordinary early 19th century building boom and a 20th century road improvement project created Chaplin, a village suspended in time.” I first…

I always enjoy hearing from readers of this column. A few weeks back Mariano Librojo from Norwich contacted me and sent pictures of three purple martin “apartments” he erected in his backyard. The structures are set up on tall poles and each has a cluster…

“Nature seems partial to the burdock. What extra pains she seems to have taken to perpetuate this worse than useless plant! Every man’s hand is against it, and nearly every animal has reason to detest it. Against their wills they are engaged in sowing its…