My Minnesota

The Winter Solstice is a week from tomorrow. With luck, the impending storm will be over by then. My smartphone’s weather app forecasts high...

One of the ways I find poetry most full of life is that, as often as not, poets surprise me with their poems. I've enjoyed many Christma...

One of the most challenging things to see is what isn't there. We haven't seen a single chipmunk around the property this year and i...

Today we repaired the bluebird house that the bear attacked earlier this year. One day soon, when we get our post hole digger back from the ...

The Minnesota Weather Guide marks today as the first day that normal temperatures reach 32℉ as Spring slowly approaches. The weather app on ...

Late yesterday, a little before sunset, we watched a doe and her yearling daughter emerge from the oak woods and head toward the pear tree b...

We bet you may remember a poem many children learn that ends like this: Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn’t there He w...

The unidentified bush on the roadside south of our property started blossoming sometime in the last 24 hours. It hadn't yet started yest...

What to do on a Minnesota March day: dreary, dank, depressing? Remember that Easter comes early this year; that the March solstice is little...

Life in the country can be tranquil, but not always. Several weeks ago we had a visitor, a springer spaniel that belongs to someone more tha...

Yesterday was #WorldWaterDay but I didn't go out and dig a well or buy a canteen. Today is National Puppy Day and that's a much t...

Snow is falling gently. Chick-a-dees, nuthatches and woodpeckers are flocking to the feeders. Squirrels dust snow from the top of oak bran...

Except for an occasional specialized class, my formal schooling ended during the last millennium in the century prior to this one. Over ti...

Today we're suggesting a creative way for you to show love to your Valentine and some other fellow creatures all at the same time. Her...

It's been a busy day at the feeders. The suet has attracted a red bellied, a downy and a hairy woodpecker. The sunflower feeders have...

I can only surmise that when James Russell Lowell wrote And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; he ha...