By Rob Rich The flaring wings or the breezy wisps of aspen and birch are few today. Gone are the flights of spring, but at Mobbs Farm in Jericho autumn is in flight. Apples and acorns plunk down with minimal elegance, but the swirling leaves trade the birds for brightness in the distant wood. And… Continue reading A Prayer for Monarchs
By Matt Cahill I spent the afternoon sorting a tangle of dead bodies. Their legs were all snarled in a heap. I had to pry each little corpse apart, delicately, one at a time. Down the barrel of my microscope the petri dish was filled with yellow stripes and cellophane wings, stray heads and dispossessed… Continue reading Petri Dish Pathos
By Kelly Finan In the fading light of mid-October I’m suffering from apple exhaustion. Apples floated before my eyes as the first fallen leaves dusted my route from Vermont to Pennsylvania. I raided my father’s apple tree with such tenacity that he demanded I wear a helmet, then I attacked the neighbor’s trees. I made… Continue reading Apples Right Side Up
The new web site for the Field Naturalist and Ecological Planning programs features our graduate explorations and research at the intersection of nature and human nature. On the site you'll discover who we are and what we do in our two programs, including research projects this year ranging from the High Sierra to the Maine… Continue reading Our New Web Site
By Laura Yayac The orbs dangle, pale green with darker stripes, like adorable baby watermelons on a vine of curls. Each one rests under its own leaf awning. Get closer, though, and you’ll see that this is no ordinary miniature fruit. Covered in spikes and ready to impale, it is at once magical and ominous.… Continue reading Projectile Cucumbers
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