By Bryan Pfeiffer Rotting and fallen to earth, they might appear dead. But they are not quite dead. They are the undead: zombie aspen leaves. Find them as you walk the brown autumn paths – yellow leaves with a patch of green tissue radiating from the base of the midrib. Here in Vermont, these are mostly quaking aspen… Continue reading Zombie Aspen Leaves
By Bryan Pfeiffer On a crisp, sunny day in September, after what was probably a typical summer for a dragonfly (which involves flying around, killing things and having sex beside a pond), a Common Green Darner took off and began to migrate south. As it cruised past the summit of Vermont’s Mt. Philo, with Lake Champlain below… Continue reading The Nuclear Option for Dragonflies
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
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