Crocus Pocus

Spring has an undeniable magic: a warm breath of wind on what should be a chilly morning; a thread of scent, spicy and sweet–winter honeysuckle, perhaps–that’s gone before you’re sure it was there; buds that swell into being seemingly overnight. (But beware the triple threat of sunburn, grass allergies, and sore throat that follow hard on the heels of a “spring fling,” or the casting off clothing before seasonally appropriate!)

Madness in March

It is madness in March*–especially in the mountains of Western North Carolina–to dream that a couple of warm days mean spring is nearly here. A couple of warm days is just that: a couple of warm days. We’ve had them this week–beautiful, blue-sky days with temperatures in the 70’s…but you just can’t trust ’em. The…

A "Fur" Piece

I can always tell which season it is by petting my dog Penny, a shepherd-chow mix. Her coat is a sort of seasonal barometer, if you will, of what’s happening in the natural world. Here are the basics: Winter: It doesn’t even get that cold here, but Penny’s fur thickens as if she were destined to spend cold,…