My Minnesota

If we get some cold, rainy weather, I'll spend some time replicating the bar graph in this linked animation:  Northwoods Frog Call Pheno...

This morning the perfect word to describe Minnesota's November weather magically appeared on the computer screen. The word in question ...

Today we took a friend to lunch at The Watershed Cafe in Osceola, WI. We've never before been there when it's been as crowded as it...

Yesterday evening we enjoyed a fire in our fire pit. The fuel was dead, broken branches that had come down during Winter's storms. Excep...

When, yesterday, we began listing the Sounds of (early) Spring, we committed a mortal sin of omission. From the quotation below, taken from ...

As we let one of the dogs out this morning, we heard, very briefly, either geese gabbling or turkeys gobbling. We're not sure which but ...

Have you yet started to think about how sweet the sounds of melting snow will be. There'll be the high-pitched plinks of water drops dri...

We're back on known ground today. Tony Hoagland writes extensively, and intensively, about the thirteenth in his list of Twenty Poems Th...

Last night, despite the heat, we ate on the outdoor deck at the Watershed Cafe . There was an occasional breeze and the constant sound of fl...

On a cool, September evening, not a hot August night,  Rhiannon Giddens , not Neil Diamond, in The O'Shaughnessy, not a ragged tent, the...

If weather forecasters were at all civilized, they would have waited until the pain of election season was over before bringing up the possi...

It's 10 days until Christmas, about a week until Winter Solstice, and my head is full of Christmas confetti thoughts and song lyrics. ...

© harrington Although many of us rely on the calendar and the snow cover to tell us it's still Winter, wilder creatures are alread...