A spring, not so long ago, I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the Blue Pool. A spring when my father was still alive. The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field. I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…
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Jellyfish
“Do it again,” the kids yell. They crowd around as my husband leans over the side of the dock and traces his hand through the water. Flashes of green spark in the water. We all bend toward the water and splash our fingers, making trails of color in the dark. “Bioluminescence,” my husband says and…
Birds
White birds congregate in the fields. We pass them often these days. They’ve come from Russia to winter over, and feed in the fallow fields near my home . Tundra swans. Trumpeter swans. Snow geese. The Trumpeter swans are big and white with long curved necks. The geese are smaller but just as white with…
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